Woods
how I’d use it as simile or metaphor
for the quick slippage of time or
the degree to which postmodern poetry
gets me hot at the end of a line
to which I append what? then
compels me to celebrate its glitter the way
vampires hang immortality like mistletoe
to catch the light but when
it demonstrates a tendency to flicker
signaling hyperpyrexia
or inappropriate arousal
I need to get more original possibly
make the conceit disappear entirely
which isn’t difficult
because, like the minute it takes
to spill it here it tends to evaporate
when exposed to air
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The Poet: Florence Weinberger has published four books of poetry, The Invisible Telling its Shape, Breathing Like a Jew, Carnal Fragrance and Sacred Graffiti, and has published poetry in numerous literary journals and anthologies. She recently served as judge for the PEN Center USA Literary Awards.
The Artist: Kate LaDew is a graduate from the University of North Carolina at Greensboro with a BA in Studio Art.
