From the magazine:Lake Chateau
By Dorothea Lasky
I still feel the same
As the day that I first met you
Though softened by all of this time
I still think…
As the day that I first met you
Though softened by all of this time
I still think…
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- By Richard BrautiganI don't know what it is,
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
a lot. It makes me nervous… From the magazine:In August, in the City
By David HopsonWe land in the aisles of British fiction
to soak in the air conditioning. Your fingers
play the spines…From the magazine:so coffee is a laxative & i am writing this poem on the toilet
By Vanessa Deeringin the building two women’s restroom & in the strangest places
i want to tell you the most mundane things…From the magazine:Middle School Dance
By Nicole TallmanTo all the boys
who asked me
to dance and to
all the boys to whom
I said yes and to
all the steps we took…From the magazine:Eileen
By Olive FranklinLoved you since I was little, on the playground break-time
-brawled with you and your mismatched cuffs…From the magazine:Letter to Us, Younger
By Jesse HolthReady to fly, my heart has been unbuckling
for a long time, waiting. When you finally
arrive, we are…- By SapphoTranslated By Anne CarsonHe seems to me equal to gods that man
whoever he is who opposite you
sits and listens close
to your … From the magazine:
First Date
By Kinsale DrakeI want
my Luci Tapahonso cowboy
with a shining belt
and a good dog
he likes my legs in blue jeans
but even more,
my poetry
we ride the moon’s shirttails
till dawn
when we bless ourselves
and wade into the spring water,
well-fed and wet faced
& while the sky turns...- By Edward HirschTwelve years old and lovesick, bumbling
and terrified for the first time in my life,
but strangely hopeful, too, and stunned,
definitely stunned—I wanted to cry,
I almost started to sob when Chris Klein
actually touched me—oh God—below the belt
in the back row of the... From the magazine:
At the Rainbow Cattle Company
By Bruce SniderNo matter who leads tonight, who follows,
I feel his stare as we work the floor.
He swaggers from heel to toe.
Is it his smile?
Or his eyes I can’t ignore?
Even the lights wink, catching the pearled
buttons on his black paisley shirt.
The whole...- By Hart CraneI
Above the fresh ruffles of the surf
Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand.
They have contrived a conquest for shell shucks,
And their fingers crumble fragments of baked weed
Gaily digging and scattering.
And in answer to their treble interjections
The sun beats lightning... - By David WagonerUnder the sagging clotheslines of crepe paper
By the second string of teachers and wallflowers
In the school gym across the key through the glitter
Of mirrored light three-second rule forever
Suspended you danced with her the best slow dancer
Who stood on tiptoe who... - By Noor NagaThere are people to live for and people to die for I comfort myself: there are people to sleep with and people to wake with there are fifty thousand years...
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From “Couplets”
By Maggie MillnerI tried to stay away. Could not. I’d turn to J
or T and say: Today’s the day
it stops. Nothing right should feel
this dirty, nothing real
this quicksilver and fanged. I kept thinking
of that show My...- By Jan-Henry GrayIt's easy to
fall in love
with the
grocery store boys—
the one with the
tiny coffee cup
sweatshirt, too-tight
pants & cotton shoes or
the impossibly pale
fish boy who smiles
when he says, I'm
from Alaska. Your
heart swelled,
stupid &
dreaming
of a boat
in arctic
waters,
stars,
dots
that
dot the
ocean floor, you
will read
him poems & he
will... - By Edmund WallerGo, lovely rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me,
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Tell her that’s young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts, where no... - By Duane NiatumThe twilight of your face,
the unknown bird in your voice,
drew me to your eyes’ green vision,
your song about a moment
that stood in the shadow
of a moon vulnerability,
a Natalie I saw standing alone,
at your friend Carolyn’s party
years ago, where you called
me... - By Arthur SymonsSide by side through the streets at midnight,
Roaming together,
Through the tumultuous night of London,
In the miraculous April weather.
Roaming together under the gaslight,
Day’s work over,
How the Spring calls to us, here in the city,
Calls to the heart from the heart of... - By Thylias MossThe Easter hats usually exploited gardens
and even when I took mine off, artificial bluebells
were braided into hair
just as they were (white lie)
when Deirdre's son dropped petals
into his mother's casket: one landed
as useless improvement of her mouth,
Years before, Deirdre and I...