Poetry
Two
pink chants
1.
buster keep that
winkle
pink
light against dark leaves slipping
you can
still smell
smell
smell smell smell smell
smell smell smell
smell smell
smell smell
smell smell smell
smell smell
smell smell smell smell smell smell smell smell smell
smell smell
smell smell smell smell smell smell
smell
smell smell smell smell smell
smell smell
smell soil and
and other things here buster keep that winkle
pink
feels like, it’s like, it’s like,
it’s like, it’s
it’s
like aging.
nobody gonna
be
anything
well,
so
the chant goes.
2.
gonna forget what this
heat feels like, it’s like
aging. you can
still smell soil and other things in the air, and
bugs nabbing you.
pink light against dark
leaves slipping
away.
3.
still hot. pink sky;
incinerator, or compost.
fatigue beyond joints.
curve of night
light flailing buster keep that winkle
pink
feelings sink
4.
willow trees are waterfalls today
those flowery wisps just the thing here at the curve of night.
grammatica
just need to let myself feel sad.
grammar and glamour grammatica
reminiscence, poetic borrowing
dictionary definition of aging.
Sunday the deadline of restoration.
prissy little lines like mozarella sticks, individually wrapped.
Contributor
Shira DentzSHIRA DENTZ is the author of three books, black seeds on a white dish (Shearsman), door of thin skins (CavanKerry), and how do i net thee (forthcoming), and two chapbooks, Leaf Weather (Shearsman), and FLOUNDERS, new from Essay Press, free & downloadable at: essaypress.org/ep-62/. She is a recipient of an Academy of American Poets’ Award and Poetry Society of America’s Lyric Poem Award and Cecil Hemley Memorial Award, and her writing has appeared widely in journals & anthologies including in The American Poetry Review, jubilat, The Iowa Review, and great weather for MEDIA, and featured in the Academy of American Poets’ Poem-a-Day series (Poets.org). She currently lives and teaches creative writing in upstate NY.
