‘Good Bones’ by Maggie Smith
From seat 8A, clouds mountainous,
I’m considering flat-earthers.
shadowing my children / through the house, / flipping the switch / when they leave a room…
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It takes you a minute to see / they are not prints of the same painting / but three panels, subtly different…
Read MoreEarly in the morning hornblowers the most aggressive and violent.
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The tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
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The thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
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I spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
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