Joseph Minden

Three Poems

Hateful Things

After Sei Shonagon

Juicy news interrupted by a huge, squidgy baby;

a man who bangs around between the bed and the door;

an indelicate dog woofing through a midnight clinch, not cat-distracted or bone-dreaming;

a misled, nude stud who uses the word I more than never and bolts in the morning.

(A good lover rises like thick smoke
as if he would stay for ever

as if nothing is all that he has
and it is yours

as if goodbye was a lingering

and dawn a covering
and thing unsaid)



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