Amuse-Bouche

By Jordan Davis Jordan Davis
I miss the moshpit pushed to the side of the bed.
The hard and fast rules, the business,
Walking across town the baby’s hand in mine
Gave me anxiety Rosado barely mellowed.

Who doesn’t love to hear about anxiety.
You wouldn’t be too wrong to wake from dreaming
Into an amusement park sluice of Rioja
Eau de post-Auden thanks a lot Timex hubbub.

Those feelings are in their way good luck.
I don’t even need a communion wafer
To feel the need to broadcast imprecations
Fade like a docent as the hedge fund falls.

Source: Poetry (December 2009).

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This poem originally appeared in the December 2009 issue of Poetry magazine

December 2009

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Jordan Davis writes about poetry for The Constant Critic. His essays and reviews have also appeared in Slate, The Nation, and the TLS. Photo by Alison Stine.

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SUBJECT Relationships, Love, Social Commentaries, Money & Economics

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