Mar
2
2008
Systems
The last paragraph of the poem “Systems” by Kristy Bowen:
“… I try to write a poem I wouldn’t want to sleep with. Would kick to the curb, wrap my thumbs around her slender neck and snap. This one’s still babied, blinking, wondering if it wants to be a skirt or a tire iron. Licking the perimeter of opened envelopes for a tiny bit of sweet. My nouns go awry every time I stop paying attention. Fall pretty like dimes on the sidewalk. My friend Melissa, whose name means bee-like, has a theory about systems. For every change in variable, the outcome shifts toward constant decay.”
—From Brief History Of Girl As Match
March 2nd, 2008 at 12:33 PM
the link you’ve got up there has an extraneous underscore in it.
March 2nd, 2008 at 1:40 PM
Thanks, fixed it!