Molly Tenenbaum – My Lumpy Father
Inside his plaid shirt, a scurry of moles.
While he naps, a lone brave nose
whiskers the air, and they all venture out,
once, twice, three times
around his body. And hurry back in,
on a path between third and fourth button.
Chloe Honum – Before Group Meditation
I recall splendor.
On a borrowed bicycle,
I wobbled fast