AWP IS COMING
Luckily for you, Lillian Bertram, a wonderful poet and someone who genuinely cares about you, has created this website:
--the end of billion dollar days came. It was like
those old times everyone knew had occurred
but no one alive had lived them—
my old man, he held a lamp by his head &
peered into the darker corners of our house where
its potions of small & infinite clouds.
We would know to call it the Summer of Sorrow.
The Fall of Painted Statues with Paint
when every girl
needed an abortion. Even me.
We all had one. Two. Hundreds.
It was all so hip. All so cruel. It was
a hip kind of cruel. It was a club.
We took blankets sewn
with thinning economic plans and called them
shawls. When we wore them,
we looked like movie stills, stretching to fit
the screen. We looked like faded slide film,
tattooed symbols behind our ears:
and Eye of Horus—