“I’m
writing to you
all the time”
—Franz
Wright
you
may be moved to discover on a train
to
stockholm you hadn’t planned on—
the
other one having burst into flames
the
station before you boarded in malmö—
you
actually quite enjoy a thing
you'd
previously dismissed, for instance
the
poetry of a dead drunk austrian,
yourself, black tea with bergamot.
confronting
that you might consider
spiders,
sparrows, meditation, surviving
surprise
or a gesture, a ticket, an engine
ablaze,
a world weary with trying, my god—
all this love you may have missed.
Kristin Lueke is a Chicana poet living in northern New Mexico. She is the author of the chapbooks (in)different math (Dancing Girl Press) and here i show you a human heart. Her work appears in Sixth Finch, Wildness, HAD, Mizna, Okay Donkey, and elsewhere. She writes at www.theanimaleats.com.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan

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