Having Red

Having Red: An Ode to Anne Carson

 

She has a man

Red-winged

Hinge

A kind of spine

 

I want the same

Winged thing

Red or blue

Bent blue it seems

Blue wake

Like blue fin

Like blue eggs from a neighbor

 

One

Speckled two

You would be the bow

Arrow on

Narrow narrow

Poet in an airport

Somehow novel

A weapon

Worth a pat down

 

Down and blue

Pattern pattern

 

To say a world

Is Saturn

Is sadder

To say

A man wasn’t red

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