Today's poem is by Kerri Webster
Stranger buying a sweater, what wool does to my skin
is little bumps. I am awkward with you here. Your
boots, my Pyrex. Outside, the horse
makes a wedge in air. I buy mercury glass, icicles
hung on strings. A saddle for the rodeo,
a pamphlet: Is There a Prophet in Your House? No.
This belt was something's skin. Three dollars.
Copyright © 2012 Kerri Webster All rights reserved
from Grand & Arsenal
University of Iowa Press
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