The finger for beheading
across your phone
Across the facts
one is supposed to
reconcile
you take in text
and the day takes you in
like a pool
Helicopter drags its
shadow
a double surface through
the streets
The upshot of a body
is I D I
S P L A C E
The air itself
something other than
indifferent
when I was walking making
little circles with my fingers
to feel the space
out past the skin
Allyson Paty's poems can be found in BOMB, Boston
Review, The Brooklyn Rail, jubilat, Kenyon Review Online,
The Literary Review, Tin House, the PEN Poetry Series, and
elsewhere. She was a 2017 NYSCA/NYFA Artist Fellow in Poetry and a 2017-2018
participant in the Lower Manhattan Cultural Council's Workspace program. With
Norah Maki, she is co-founding editor of Singing Saw Press. She is Associate
Director of the Writing Program at NYU Gallatin, where she runs Confluence, a
platform for student writing, art, and research, and she teaches with NYU's Prison
Education Program. She's published three chapbooks, most recently, Five
O'clock on the Shore (above/ground press, 2019).
the
Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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