I take my espresso with powdered milk, and pages from Shakespeare’s pharmacopeia. Drill, shale, fossil fuel. An entry in the reorganization of errant appearances: under the tarnished pewter sky, its weak light a game of whist, an oriole won’t quit flitting like a calligraphic stroke.
CHANGELINGS [From] These Late Eclipses
I love my daughter the pot sticker, her sister the celery stalk. A freight train unsettles these farmlands like a wild-style storyboard, the water tower a gallows for witches, a lunar module sent to rescue us. Down here in the fescue boonies, the moonlight / cuts right / through me.
-- A 2016 Howard Foundation Fellow in Poetry, Andrew Zawacki is the author of five previous poetry volumes: Unsun : f/11 (Coach House, 2019), Videotape (Counterpath), Petals of Zero Petals of One (Talisman House), Anabranch (Wesleyan), and By Reason of Breakings (Georgia). His most recent chapbooks are Waterfall plot (Greying Ghost), Sonnensonnets (Tammy), Arrow’s shadow (Equipage), and Kaeshi-Waza (The Elephants). Zawacki’s poems have appeared in The New Yorker, The New Republic, The Nation, Conjunctions, and other national and international journals, as well as in the anthologies The Eloquent Poem (Persea), Legitimate Dangers: American Poets of the New Century (Sarabande), Walt Whitman hom(m)age (Turtle Point), The Iowa Anthology of New American Poetries (Iowa), and Great American Prose Poems: From Poe to the Present (Scribner).