Poem-a-Day

Poem-a-day

Assault

^—after^{Edna St. Vincent Millay}

I.
I forget there were good things, too—
Revere Beach and feeding seagulls soggy french fries,
watching them plunge into the sand, then emerge,
the red spot of their beaks mistaken for ketchup.

II.
Beauty intercepts the drive home. The sky
beckons with its clouds the shape of a ribcage
opening upward. Another is a honeycomb.
Imagine being brushed by the air enough times.
Imagine you’re unrecognizable.

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Diannely Antigua

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Title	Author	Date
To Jake	Eunice Tietjens	09/01/2018
No Ruined Stone	Shara McCallum	08/31/2018
Cento Between the Ending and the End	Cameron Awkward-Rich	08/30/2018
Blur	H. L. Hix	08/29/2018
The Irregular and/or Anti- and Ante- Regulative	Douglas Kearney	08/28/2018
Introduction to Mycology	Chelsea Rathburn	08/27/2018
Mirabeau Bridge	Guillaume Apollinaire	08/26/2018
Gulls	Leonora Speyer	08/25/2018
But My Chains	Kyle Dargan	08/24/2018
As in We Will Not Pass	Amy Sara Carroll	08/23/2018

Title

Author

Date

To Jake

Eunice Tietjens

09/01/2018