A Short History of the Birds and Bees
the first time they do it after lights-out in the library. the second in a borrowed backseat. the third in an empty classroom. the fourth in the woods on a scratchy blanket.
the first time they do it after lights-out in the library. the second in a borrowed backseat. the third in an empty classroom. the fourth in the woods on a scratchy blanket.
Who, in a back room, prepares the folders? The ones that look like menus from ’80s family restaurants. In the
We both know the smell of a convenience store at 4 a.m. like the backs
of alotta hands.
She sells me trucker crack/Mini-Thins (it’s like Vivarin).
She doesn’t make me feel awkward about it.
She can tell it’s been a long drive and it’s only gonna get longer.
Offers me a free cup of coffee, but I never touch the stuff.
Besides, I’m gonna need more speed than that.
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. —W.B. Yeats
Not even Hildegard knew that the manuscripts she wrote were written hand to skin or the hard number of sheep
wondering what the flying flock … overhead crows