November 27, 2019

Introducing the Poetry of Jessica Lovett

Introducing the Poetry of Jessica Lovett

STRING OF LIGHTS     Our hands go like this  they go up  I’m so proud of us    all of this us,    and the things that kept falling out,  the sharp hooks  of twisted girls’ mouths  are lights on a string    they’re just lights on a string.    I guess it’s probably spring  but I’d find that out at your house    look at you, with all your time        SEEING THINGS FOR WHAT THEY ARE    On the edge of a bench  the sun mutters a breeze  look at the trees; look at guy in red hat and capris  my body’s a cylinder placed on top of a moving submarine, this you’re better to believe  performative pigeons and their soliloquies  you could have me, here,  in a lot more ways than one …

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