Malak Mattar, Untitled (detail), 2024, charcoal on paper
The Rain Has Made Me Late To Work
this morning
_you inconceivable sleep _curled up wise bud in my
bed and I incredulous pedal the hill to this day _my
work facing dusty stacks with a secret small music
called _maybe your face could unfurl for me later
but now
poems and indeed _ they stir around in here it may be the
time having come to them or they to her the ideas
arriving to someone it has just occurred to me I grab
a yellow _pad hide in the _shelves instead sweet letter.
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J. S. A. Lowe
J.S.A. Lowe is a freelance writer and editor living in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Denver Quarterly, AGNI, The Paris Review, and Salamander. (updated 2000)
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