PAIGE TAGGART

 

                                     



VANISH TILL

 

 

              For Polly

 

 

some people in our lives ask too many questions

nix the lip with bow and arrow                                                 your pen necklace in tow ’cause

you are writing this all down                         I read a poem that said

Dear Polly: I said No—no frost                       in Virginia the strawberries were safe

then wondered if you came from Virginia

I've never been there                         unless DC is a part of Virginia

but it appears to be separate                                                            like an island

             rid with fails                          and girls with pink nails

plankton across the sky if you did                            a somersault tonight

we might know eachother better                              are you cohabitating with anyone

are you younger than me                     glint of gold in the teeth                  I look up

there is a shy master forgetting what to do with the sky

            eagles I say put an eagle there

 

 

                                                                                                      

 

      

 

                                   

 

 


TYPO 17