You're beautiful, sister, eat more fruit,
said the attendant every time my mother
pulled into the 76 off Ashby Avenue.
--From "Service Station," a poem by Danusha Laméris, Tin House (March 21, 2018), from Issue 75.
It's June 15, 2017, a Thursday,
fortieth anniversary of the infamous day
the Mets traded Tom Seaver to Cincinnati
--From "It Could Happen to You," a poem by David Lehman, The New Yorker (December 4, 2017), p. 54.
The road wasn't as hazardous then,
when I'd walk to the steel guardrail,
lean my bendy girl body over, and stare
at the cold creek water.
--From "Overpass," a poem by Ada Limón, The New Yorker (December 4, 2017), p. 27.
Some kind of relaxed and beautiful thing
kept flickering in with the tide
and looking around.
when I'd walk to the steel guardrail,
lean my bendy girl body over, and stare
at the cold creek water.
--From "Overpass," a poem by Ada Limón, The New Yorker (December 4, 2017), p. 27.
Some kind of relaxed and beautiful thing
kept flickering in with the tide
and looking around.
--From "Dogfish," a poem by Mary Oliver, from her collection Dream Work (Grove/Atlantic, 1986).