Tuesday poem #486 : Andrew Gorin : SKUNKS EAT LEAVES

 

 

 

Skunks eat leaves, peaceably in our garden
As if this sibilance mattered to them
Ferns confirm a photorealistic atmosphere
Friends go in a hose to drink

When you expect it, there it is
The cup knows the hand like a question
Creases time in the static, turning air
Into vacuoles of discomfiture
Do not adjust your lawn protocol 

Skunks eat leaves, mean art hogs
Hogs mean art, art eats
Capital. I have used up all
Of my words for accumulation

 

 

 

Andrew Gorin is a poet and scholar based in Brooklyn. His creative and critical writings appear in Chicago Review, Urban Omnibus, The Boston Review, and Criticism, among other publications. He’s currently a Postdoctoral Fellow at NYU and an editor for the Organism for Poetic Research (organismforpoeticresearch.org) and The Distance Plan (thedistanceplan.org).

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