New Work by Jenny Johnson
Two new poems by alumna Jenny Johnson (poetry, ’11) appear online in Waxwing:
Little Apophat
Your child is a little lion cub
ready to tear into
a hunk of antelope is
a fuse bursting into
electric sprays of light
is trouble, you
say, like me. Has
your eyes though, pale
as the eggs of quail.
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Dorothy’s Trash:
No dog-eared copy of The Price of Salt,
no nude drawings from a community art class,
no painstakingly Kinseyian inventories,
no anagram tucked in a World Atlas
where the Tapajós and Amazon rivers meet,
no souvenir (stucco wasp nest?) legible as the one
Miss Bishop left, no tickets stubs,
no letter typed in future perfect:
You will have to lift the shag carpet beneath the oak dresser.
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