such switches
switch after
switch
such afters
such is the nature of
such itch
such niches
such fuss
such touch
such switches
his blue eyes by the door
you knew your way you took no sounds
any fool would have asked your name
as if thinking blackens our path
i left i am sure i am not like myself i am away i seem to want
special glues to prevent layers from coming apart
whistling whittling the rough edges
the grooves spin sing song strong
of course off course on course coarse bread
i leave off but he wasn’t my priority
laughing made hard beautiful
this strange assumption
how under world under ware under cut underling
lounging longing loiter
the dither slither silver lipstick
we cloister clichés
plum reason from poems written in four languages
coiled in corner two linen music sheets erased
sulky second
drawn on green construction paper
night might slip away
tousle
awe
wonder
magical middle
mistik
mysticus
mystikos
mystes
mystical
never apparent to the senses
nor obvious to intelligence
the sacrament’s ultimate
awe of being here
without fat
relative coiled in corner
faint shadow
short hairs unevenly cut published life.
turn of page. silhouette without a nose or mouth
someone else’s cotton rag paper
how long we have
how many people
develop from each other
who believes we evolve?
what happen to all the discard
baby
stripes are needed to succeed
Irene Koronas is a painter and a poet. A graduate of Massachusetts College of Art, she has three full-length poetry books, many chapbooks, and lots of handmade artists’ books. She is the poetry editor for Wilderness House Literary Review.
