Poem-a-Day

Poem-a-day

Self-Portrait as Hereboy, Sethe’s Dog in Beloved

Worried my love’s not worth much, but I always
come when called. Ain’t my name your favorite
command? No need to raise your hand. How
long you plan on marauding me with meak
mercies: I’m still bandaged from your last love:
dogged years I’ve knelt at your lap: tongue out,
eyes wet and for what: when it’s not your hands
on me, it’s your dead come ready to wind up
and wound.

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Saeed Jones

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Title	Author	Date
Sissy	Aaron Smith	03/15/2023
Ode to Black Air Forces	Bryan Byrdlong	03/14/2023
A Lesson from my Father about Electricity	Monica Rico	03/13/2023
[Like a white stone]	Anna Akhmatova	03/12/2023
In Imitation of Horace	Aphra Behn	03/11/2023
Preparing for Residential Placement for My Disabled Daughter	Jennifer Franklin	03/10/2023
Dirk McDermott	Patrick Donnelly	03/09/2023
Summer, You’re a Boneyard	Gustavo Hernandez	03/08/2023
The Honest Tongue	Laura Da’	03/07/2023
“South of the North, yet north of the South, lies the City of a Hundred Hills”	Aaron Coleman	03/06/2023

Title

Author

Date

Sissy

Aaron Smith

03/15/2023