Tuesday, May 18, 2021

Pig and farm report


Good morning from the West where we are but blood under the earth’s talons

Monday, May 17, 2021

a thin line of blood mingled with shaving cream on my leg

I wanted to carry you on a drum
but my fat lip stopped

I took it as communion
(it’s OK to eat the host)

&      some women you know they hate you 
&      you wonder why they don’t call
&      you wonder what you did wrong
&      you run down the hallway barefoot
&      you burn a bit
a bit

it does not get easier
it never gets easier
this is the HA HA Annie Oakley curse

Wednesday, May 5, 2021

When a poem pushes the air out of you

 Beth Roberts