The Lobelias Of Fear By Bernadette Mayer

The Lobelias Of Fear By Bernadette Mayer there are maple trees, one, two, threebut wait there’s 5 more, 2 behind the bungalowand lots in the poetry state forestI hear target practice from far away, it’sprobably for shooting deer, bears and dinosaursbut how will we, still alive, socializein the winter? wrapped in bear skinswe’ll sit around pot-bellied stoves […]