Poem of the Day
The Channel
By Jana Prikryl
Humans are the animals
with speech who let all of his manuscripts
go poof.
Humans are the animals
with speech who let all of his manuscripts
go poof.
There’s a kind of transformation
That can happen on any day
Both the actual horse on fire and its event out of these words
between the wardrobe and laundry rack
someone is ironing feathers and planets
If the answer were awe, I would be burdened with awe
That I should originate anything
was intolerable to me,
but I considered it, privately.
The man I loved wanted me in his bed, so I could tell him he was exceptional.
Ruining something felt like a reason to proceed.
the revolution needs a bigger space
so that the same tragedy cannot repeat itself
it was great to be a little sick with fear but
it’s better to be alive with a driver’s license
as long as we’re together and here
we’re poetrying