Stephen Crane – In the Desert
Seth Michelson – Cosmopolitical Fugue
Syrian immigrants smash on the rocks
off Lesbos where Sappho sang Don’t shatter
my heart with fierce pain, the line
looping in my head as I wake from eye surgery:
Everything dies, I said. How had that started?
A tree? The winter? Not me, she said.
And I said, Oh yeah? And she said, I’m reincarnating.
Ha, she said, See you in a few thousand years!
K.A. Hays – On the Day the World Is Forecast to End and Does Not
So night’s been poured and drunk.
The migrained clouds stumble and blanch.
An ornery sky. A boring sun-slant on dingy snow.