Tuesday, February 13, 2018
Tuesday poem #254 : Katie Fowley : CROWN
I would like to crown you with this beauty.
A thing of beauty is a felon.
A felon takes me out.
I would like to crown you with a thing-like beauty
Beneath the molting tree.
I would like to crown you until you are wealthy
And somber enough to eat.
My haunches turn to rubber,
My crown of honey—complete.
A nimble quake. A quiver.
The passage opens with healthy ships
Envenomed in a fetid mist.
A joyful felon stops and starts
To keep the briny ghost afloat.
Katie Fowley’s first chapbook, Dances and Parks, is forthcoming from DIEZ Press. Her poems and criticism have been published in Atlas Review, No, Dear, 6×6, Rain Taxi: Review of Books, and Poems by Sunday. She lives in Brooklyn and teaches English at CUNY York.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan.