Nulla Dies Sine Linea

By V. Penelope Pelizzon
On my birthday

A crow guffaws, dirty man throwing the punch of his
one joke. And now, nearer, a murder

answers, chortling from the pale hill’s brow.
From under my lashes’ wings they stretch

clawed feet. There the unflappable years
perch and stare. When I squint, when I

grin, my new old face nearly hops
off my old new face. Considering what’s flown,

what might yet fly, I lean my chin
on the palm where my half-cashed fortune lies.

Source: Poetry (April 2012).

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This poem originally appeared in the April 2012 issue of Poetry magazine

April 2012
 V. Penelope Pelizzon

Biography

V. Penelope Pelizzon’s Nostos (Ohio University Press, 2000), won the Poetry Society of America’s Norma Farber First Book Award. She is also co-author of Tabloid, Inc: Crimes, Newspapers, Narratives (Ohio State University Press, 2010).

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SUBJECT Living, Birth & Birthdays, Life Choices, Time & Brevity

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