Poem-a-Day

Poem-a-day

When I am newly angry at one person, I forgive
another. Infants divide the good breast from the bad

one, but really, we resent need. On our small,
transactional earth, God promotes a few angels

in the green jungle of wild selves. And the rest?
Thirst at the watering hole. I told you

how this would go. We would have a fight,
and I would become a jaguar, shrug my big

shoulders at your pain. Shrug like an indifferent
cat. You can’t win a fight with a cat, unless

you drown her. When you drown her, she is
resurrected as good. I remove myself from this

balancing act and spare you the labor of buoyancy.
I am not an animal that can be weighed.

Megan Fernandes

Previous Poems

Title	Author	Date
Broken Music	Corey Marks	09/17/2019
from “A Test of Company”	Chris Tonelli	09/16/2019
Brancusi’s Golden Bird	Mina Loy	09/15/2019
“An Apocryphal History of the Discovery of Migration, or The Sacrifice of the Pfeilstörchen”	Alba Cid	09/14/2019
from Return to Tetaroba	Steven Alvarez	09/13/2019
Buffalograss	Jake Skeets	09/12/2019
A Few Things Are Explained To Me	Ricardo Alberto Maldonado	09/11/2019
Father replays the funeral in Dream #28	Margo Tamez	09/10/2019
Ideology	Aria Aber	09/09/2019
In Envy of Cows	Joseph Auslander	09/08/2019

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09/17/2019