From “Sonnet”

By Bernadette Mayer.

I am supposed to think of my personal dot
I do and it is dull if you won’t call
Who cares Angel I could find you even within my wrist
Nobody minds because of sleeping, I detest it myself
Why doesnt anybody [...]

bab

From Minimum Security Prison Dentistry, by Stephen Fowler.

as rare as
rocking horse
shit
my love for tacky
Eastern European sluts
with cheap handbags,
stressed denim
& frizzed out hair

you can save up
for an expensive
handbag your whole life
& still
they will only want
what you give

hate these suicidal poets
who are pushing the mid-30s
& dress like tampons
just so they can maybe
sneak up a drunk student’s
gash

rich girls are so pampered
& self indulgent
they either dress like brats
OR a minister’s daughter
they are clean though
& this is what it
is really about.

a haircut
on the trolley
a washing line like flags
is meant to remind you
of Apartheid

From “Got On”

By Tom Raworth.

praxis manned spaceflight
i and i
a homeland secured for its owners

sotto le nuovole

fred anderson

wrapped in crisp workshops
cue ape
la vucca é traditura
di lu cori
moat threatens puppies

sample massive
trim my long gene

“a gesture dear

not a recipe”