Belongings
—in memory of Angela Marie Incoronata Caruso Mortola,
May 21, 1903–January 14, 2001 1
In-and-out sunlike the light of her mindthat knows
Read Poem May 21, 1903–January 14, 2001 1
In-and-out sunlike the light of her mindthat knows
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The Paris Mouse
hunched over the greasy
burner on the stove
was noir, as in
film noir, as in
cauchemar,
as in le nuit
not blanche but
noir, the dream you can’t
Read Poem burner on the stove
was noir, as in
film noir, as in
cauchemar,
as in le nuit
not blanche but
noir, the dream you can’t
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Thirty Years Later I Meet Your Seventeen-Year-Old Daughter the Poet
in memory of R.I.S. 1.
Would I know her anywhere, this child
Read Poem Would I know her anywhere, this child
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Colonoscopy Sonnet
On the news tonight, a presidential
colonoscopy — a tale ofhow
for three whole hours the chief exec of trouble
handed trouble to his vice (although
no double trouble came), but then no more
details revealed: no bacterial armies
multiplying in a flare of war
among kingly polyps & no kinky creases.
Welcome to the presidential gut,
bubble gum pink, not a spot of shit
(after a quick administrative cleanout)
where global decisions stir & sit in state,
and the first physician’s mighty pointer traces
only microdrops of blood in secret places.
Read Poem colonoscopy — a tale ofhow
for three whole hours the chief exec of trouble
handed trouble to his vice (although
no double trouble came), but then no more
details revealed: no bacterial armies
multiplying in a flare of war
among kingly polyps & no kinky creases.
Welcome to the presidential gut,
bubble gum pink, not a spot of shit
(after a quick administrative cleanout)
where global decisions stir & sit in state,
and the first physician’s mighty pointer traces
only microdrops of blood in secret places.
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