Child’s Poem, Child’s Sky Why
The sky empties its color into the sea—
Green clouds of pollen choke the day.
At night the sky inhales
The darkness of deep space—
The stars unsheathed burn
Their naked need.
While we, deluded,
Play with guns
What I’m Reading:
“Is this what America is about? A reign of error countered by a reign of terror? And everything playing out against a plague killing millions around the world. What did it all amount to?”
—Arthur Krystal / “What’s the Deal, Hummingbird?”