Tuesday poem #151 : Laura Sims : A bomb

like that could go on
forever—even into the
hideous night
of your letter. Olga,
I’ve told you: don’t talk
when I’m shoving
my Cornish hen into your
pan-fried duck. When my
soullessness
braces its back on a pillar
                                  the ceiling
                       shakes
                                             down
into ruin I’m ruined I’m
kneeling in ruins. Don’t bend
at the waist to retrieve me, ding-
bat: use your
bollocks

Laura Sims' fourth collection of poetry, Staying Alive, is forthcoming from Ugly Duckling Presse in 2016. She is the author of three previous poetry books: My god is this a man, Stranger, and Practice, Restraint (Fence Books). Sims has been a co-editor of Instance Press since 2009. She teaches literature and creative writing at NYU-SCPS and lives in Brooklyn.

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