Red Rover by Annabeth Rosen at the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts. Visited June 11, 2022.
Testy docents say backpacks belong in front or beside my body
A NEW INTERPRETATION OF “HAMLET” IS SHAKING UP THE THEATER SCENE
I wish you were here to tousle my hair
The sculpture of a blueprint of a vision
Is something I imagine exists
In the deep sea, an open plane
Red eels
Whipped up by a williwaw
Still on its way down
Puli on back paws
Barking at aromas inaccessible to me
Woof Woof Woof Woof Woof Woof
The open hands of imagination sculpt form to fracas
Like the tuft called a fetlock
I wish you were here
I wish you were here to tousle my hair
And say Midnight is a superimposed concept
Say it softly but in your voice a hard edge
Like hair drawn from the drain
Like noodles tangled around a fork
GAS HITS $5 A GALLON FOR THE FIRST TIME. HERE’S HOW IT GOT HERE AND WHAT’S AHEAD
My crestfallen inamorata
I sense you trying to get around something.
Stop. Whatever it is, it cannot be avoided.
Shaggy spiral that sculpts a distressing expression
As when gravity lops the dots from a question mark
Hooks and crooks straightened but not entirely so
Permission to exist in the nick of time
One more headline
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