Today's poem is by Devon Moore
For Knives, Bridges, and Balconies
The pears I bought and put in the glass bowl are cinnamon stick red
and rough. Pleasurable it is, the cutting them up and the looking.
Question: What couldn't you help but do in a room where one wall
is a window? Answer: See all the other rooms you're not in.
The improbability of probability is a law we know. One day it snowed,
ir hailed, it rained, but we were surprised when the sun shone.
Once you slept in a hotel room next to a balcony
and the back of your soon-to-be-ex-lover was a ledge. You are still
All this pathos looks the same. Even if she's not
the one who jumped off a bridge, she is.
Copyright © 2015 Devon Moore All rights reserved
from Apology of a Girl Who Is Told She Is Going to Hell
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
Support Verse Daily
Sponsor Verse Daily!
Web Weekly Features
About Verse Daily
Submit to Verse Daily
Copyright © 2002-2015 Verse Daily
All Rights Reserved
Copyright © 2002-2015 Verse Daily All Rights Reserved