as green’s poster-kid. One fawns over a doe. One yawns and a yodel
emerges. Address a meadow as land’s slow jam. Groove. A beastly storm
hardly stops a bone. Fog as a plaster on the broken sky. Hope softens.
A flagrant web of hope passes as home, morphs to table. We’re the meal.
Chinchilla
a beautiful outlaw
error’s robot wrote bodybodybody week to week week or two of better yogurt: pure fuss, gourmet sorrow woke to ‘best of’ of sex yet bored oyster but deeper fork worked burst purse guess muumuu or murmur suds grope form soft dowry of regret geese perk up sky joy stems from bye youth’s porous detour droop-troupe dumb fumes our seer borrows dust from dry streets moved by go’s story, our seer, too, goes poster of empty eggs poser vortex demoted to storm-sour gust ego-stuffed motor ordered to zoom red red ruses
June Sucker
a beautiful outlaw
a giddy widow hid a foal: a hoax-family to fool—fill—a “why?”
a filly to add glad to a bald day mad at a limit—ova afloat: blimp? boat?
a tomb told off by whom?
a TV told of a wall, a gloat
a body bid that a moat halt what might dim—to loot god of doom—a moot gig—a limo with a flat—a lamp lit at midday
-- Kristi Maxwell is the author of six books of poems, including Bright and Hurtless (Ahsahta Press, 2018), PLAN/K (Horse Less, 2015), and That Our Eyes Be Rigged (Saturnalia Books, 2014). Her poems have appeared in Black Warrior Review, Bennington Review, Boston Review, and jubilat, among elsewhere. She is an assistant professor of English at the University of Louisville.