IAmAMy congresswoman
writes to me from the great above I set my mind on the great below I find myself in the forest between her and her cubs a style she’s trying to maintain I’m going with her don’t care where you go beyond the southwest desert deep inside another country Alaska accepts its inset this big thing she’s told me knows my chemistries and slips from its sequence so believably I ask the daughter of the god of the seals to help me pin that drunkard down he changes into a lung a law the hawk that makes it half way across the hawk that makes it all the way across the sea is a box for a more classier city my representative says we by the way she pronounces fire and bayou I know they can rhyme but this little light of mine gets hidden from time by a tongue of the direct kind flickering if you see her tell her I am easily Lost at roads that touch I make a deal with the weevil of expanding sadness when I get back don’t be here next time I look at a square it’s an affront a design a district to the eye packing desire onto an edge of them there |
Joe Lennon has visited every US state except Alaska. Right now he lives in Colorado and teaches poetry to 1st-3rd graders through the Writers in the Schools program. You can find another recent poem by him at Incessant Pipe. |
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