Dailies 5/27/17: dawn in the city, barbed wire & bedclothes. & bookstalls. & at night the world becomes loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy



Linda Pastan – The Bookstall

Just looking at them
I grow greedy, as if they were
freshly baked loaves
waiting on their shelves
to be broken open—that one

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Alice Pettway – Barbed Wire and Bedclothes 

I will rip these sheets off you like a bandage,
like a rush of birds—lure you with coffee,

crisp your toast until it’s so black
no preserves can save the taste—

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Eléna Rivera  – July 14th From 80 La Salle


Dawn in the city, windows wide open—wham!
Slam! Screams! Now scaffolding confronts this hometown—
trash smashed, strollers, birds, doors opening/closing
Here happens, all day, tending to tones sounding

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Christina Rossetti – The World

By day she woos me, soft, exceeding fair:
But all night as the moon so changeth she;
Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy

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