Arabia Felix
She cracked, in Natick
Eyes like black horses in an oil field
It’s 7:15 am
And the spring Issue of The Paris Review
Is shit
He will be the strange
Sudden loss that changes everything,
The late modernist who
Broke her horn
And stole her cinnamon
As last night’s gin murderously
Hits the sink
I remember
My dealer got busted
Going 110 on I-95
Three ships hit in the Strait of Hormuz
Rene Redzepi resigned from Noma
I have archive fever
And an unbalanced relationship
With the world
Meaning lives in reception
Have a seance, eat a Stromboli
Talk to her about Herr Gott’s comets
It’s a false spring after all
The sun hiding like
Anne Frank in the attic
Damon Hubbs is a poet from New England. His latest collection, Bullet Pudding, is forthcoming from Roadside Press. His poems have been nominated for the Pushcart and Best of the Net. He is a poetry editor at Blood+Honey and The Argyle Literary Magazine.
