One
Don’t go out
Looking
For a specific man.
Two
A leaf will hang
On a tree
All winter.
Three
Or woman.
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry
Poetry of the People
Poetry from Oklahoma
193rd E. Ave. & Admiral
5:45 p.m., Monday, Jan. 20, 2014
Route 66 feeds into Tulsa here, County Line
Road to some, where rural exhausts the city,
A passive crossroad, nodding its head
In the early evening, one block south
Of the radiator rising into the sky, round off/on
Button circled in red next to the yellow M,
American monograms so familiar we have thrown
Them into trunks we no longer open. Continue reading “Intersection”
I am not of your world.
I am in it.
There is no design
You can make
That will ever
Compete
With this.
I am
Your muse. Continue reading “No Design”
Hearts, X’s and O’s, violins wearing flames
Or wings—you pick. Impossible flowers
Made of hearts and words. The best kind
Of flower is impossible. The best life
Is the impossible one. Listen girls: Do it. Continue reading “Impossible Girls”
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She puts the French fries up her nose,
then returns them to their package.
Her hungry students take them and eat them,
even though they’ve seen what she did. Continue reading “6 Quatrains for My Sister”
Her name is Alicia
And the photo next to the title
Of her story is a black and white shot
Wherein she rests her left cheek
Against her right denim-clad knee.
Her glowing face reveals
Baby fat on her cheeks.
Her closed-mouth smile is Mona-Lisaish
In its knowing. Continue reading “A Writer in the Norton Introduction to Literature was Born in 1981”