On Writing

POEM A DAY – May 19

Languid today gives the word its lifeas the heat wraps my bonesin sluggish slack & my spirittwists in lethargy, it’s a punymiracle I can make a short poem between reading & longing for a screened-in porch with a creaky daybed& my 12-year-old selfnaming the boys I hope kiss me by the leechy pondunder a full moon