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

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Title	Author	Date
From “Fairies”	Mei-mei Berssenbrugge	09/17/2013
Get Up, Please	David Kirby	09/16/2013
To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth	Phillis Wheatley	09/15/2013
Marriage	William Carlos Williams	09/14/2013
My Bright Aluminum Tumblers	Michael Ryan	09/13/2013
Why Poetry Can Be Hard for Most People	Dorothea Lasky	09/12/2013
On Disappearing	Major Jackson	09/11/2013
Given	Joanna Klink	09/10/2013
Time Study	Marvin Bell	09/09/2013
The Heart of a Woman	Georgia Douglas Johnson	09/08/2013

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Author

Date

From “Fairies”

Mei-mei Berssenbrugge

09/17/2013