Poem-a-Day

Poem-a-day

There’s no “sass” in “dissociation.”

three feet behind my grin I speak
so seems my teeth is down for it
but it’s a make-do I do.
I DM P. L. Dunbar on some
whatchu mean “we?” no—
really, though. the rough metric
opening this a lie to make
done the otherwise I say I is.
yet, the we I been subtweets
me—“whatchu mean ‘I?’”—
answer’s off my tongue, so:
authentic, no? where “fine,” “OK,”
“yes” get forged? I split my difference
between here and gone,
a distance of hard words
hissed; presence of the harms’
numb climb: I’m fine, I’m fine.

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Douglas Kearney

Previous Poems

Title	Author	Date
Sonnet VII [O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell]	John Keats	07/19/2015
Song for Lonely Roads	Sherwood Anderson	07/18/2015
The Sun in Bemidji, Minnesota	Sean Hill	07/17/2015
Mozart Songbook	Joan Larkin	07/16/2015
Stammering translated sonnet in which the poet sends the rains of Havana to her love in New York	Suzanne Gardinier	07/15/2015
Poem for Beachheads & Briars	Michael Robins	07/14/2015
Ever	Meghan O’Rourke	07/13/2015
Of Love: A Sonnet	Robert Herrick	07/12/2015
The Thaw	Henry David Thoreau	07/11/2015
Living Room	David Yezzi	07/10/2015

Title

Author

Date

Sonnet VII [O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell]

John Keats

07/19/2015