Poems from czubad
Lug the bag, plop down in the seat,
spread out
on a library desk
as much as you can.
Wonder
what diseases come
in contact with
cheap...
Tell me the author
is much better sounding than
the ISBN.
Stacks are closed, sign says.
That’s okay, since Madonna
poses on her shelf.
He...
Slanted, sly
the cat comes up from the barn's stone side
in a clearly evoked mode of attack.
I watch from behind the screen closure,...
Could I survive from this height?
Look, there's concrete, the whole side
falling on me.
Was it planes? I heard
that it was. It was hard...
Bought the bulb as a gift, boxed with
soil, pot,
all it needed to grow and watched
the flicker of time's lapse
lengthen its green shadow, a...