• What a Tough Miss


    Boldly go where you aren’t wanted
    Safely say what no one’s been taught before
    “Came up out on the screens”
    “The more active he is and he creates”
    Right the unreadable throng
    You and I found in this enough home
    Until they spoke their hearts to us
    “That will stop the clock and give you a lot”
    Stars compose these nights, pointing to
    No adventure of their own
    A lather of diplomatese, saying nice doggie
    Until we get to a stone. Or a door—
    “Your hospitality is unsettling”


    What we wanted to write and tuck
    Under the small, marble swan
    “An invisible hand cutting pure corners on our sheets”
    Receipts occupy the walls of our pockets
    Where increasing heart was to be spoken
    Ma and Dad subscribed to the daily
    Art of starching handkerchiefs, as it was
    Iron that folded them together, the weight
    The shining used to purse those lips.


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