Dailies 3/29/17: maps, a love poem, a spring sequence, & a mother’s lies



Maggie Smith: Love Poem 


What can I give you? You have plenty

of seas, seven at last count, and another


version of yourself beneath them, unseen:

doppelganger caves and mountains.

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Elizabeth Thomas – Lies My Mother Told Me

If you keep eating raw spaghetti
——–you’ll get pinworms,
——–then I’ll have to make
——–a necklace of garlic for you to wear
——–each night while you sleep,
——–until they go away.

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Yesenia Montilla – Maps

For Marcelo

Some maps have blue borders
like the blue of your name
or the tributary lacing of
veins running through your
father’s hands. & how the last
time I saw you, you held

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Robert Gibb– Spring Sequence


So far all the perennials seem to have survived the winter,
The bed of fennel retrenching itself in one showery stem.

A mild run of days and I’m out here pulling up stakes,
Hoeing weeds whose roots reach down into frozen ground.

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