In the Window
The last poem goes only as far as we are willing to allow.
The last poem should show the way — oh, we’ve been dicking around, it will say, but not hardly now. The last poem goes only as far as we are willing
to allow … Taken, like a hostage
or a pill, bottle of vitamin C crushed into orange powder, doused with milk and sugar
and Metamucil, some chai tea you…