Fifty Four by Carla Paolini
Fifty Four by Carla Paolini To give my thought a body I choose a corps de ballet I’d have it
Every Day Poems
Fifty Four by Carla Paolini To give my thought a body I choose a corps de ballet I’d have it
His gift to me: a concealed mirage in an urban wasteland,
tucked away behind Taco Bell and a 76.
Outside, Inside by Jennifer-Crystal Johnson On the outside, I smile. I socialize, I laugh, I have a good time… And
Pale mountains in the examining room
Scoops of ice cream from the A & P
Cold and hard peaks, like your utensils
Much noise there is
when two sprightly streams
bump into each other, bringing forth
think of warm baked bread
melting butter with crunchy crust
think of casseroles one after the other