Wednesday, August 7, 2013


Dear Martial, may I
borrow a vertebrae?
I need a keystone
to cap an epigram
to glorify our age—
this golden age of poetry.

My name is Eric. Yes,
I know you dont know me.
I’m an American poet.
I have no spine to speak of;
apart from one eyebrow
(see) lifted in irony.

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