Poems from B. Koch
the first thing poetry taught me
was to dislike the rules, the rigmarole
the way words were measured and weighed
tagged like specimens,...
dear little sister,do you remember nights we curled up and watched barbie moviesand i pretended i was too old for thisbut i hovered on the...
she still wears red.
it is no longer the color of her innocence,
the rosewine cloak of her youth,
but she still wears red.
red is...