Meg Barboza

Let us agree on traffic lights and liquor; punishment

above all else. The edible. Coquettish

Spring. The genitalia of both sexes reified in art

and fire. I took the alphabet out

again to begin this: annotate, annotate.

We say that “it” is “lost”

in the translation; I can eat

glass and it doesn’t hurt me.

A grievance supplies its succor, ibid.

Posted 04/26/09

published in Parcel, Issue Three. July 2008.

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