Poem: Time of Tyranny, 49 nytimes.com - get the latest breaking news, showbiz & celebrity photos, sport news & rumours, viral videos and top stories from nytimes.com Daily Mail and Mail on Sunday newspapers.
each letter, oiled with the familiar / flinty viridescence of mackerel, apostolic & fluttering down / wiped with the edge of a lungi, the frayed plaid dotting / tea terraces warbling with a green / so wet it rivers my lap, so wet it migrates my throat—from CURB, “Milestone 3 (We Are at Ease in Our Silence)”
btwn the the tiny steel frame door a small concrete portal / & a stowaway—from Unnatural Bird Migrator, “Third Space”