The Star
Helen Frankenthaler is an evil eye
I put her behind me
And hoped for the best
Even she knew
I was lying
Lying is godlike
I’m almost always lying
In a poem
All these women and their sadness
We think of the other dimensions as vast
Is it possible that other dimensions
Are very small
And when everyone just keeps writing sonnets
Are sonnets just platforms for the emotion
And if so
What kind
Source: Poetry (June 2025)