11 May 2007 | Vol. 7, No. 1
Some Promise
I don't know about you but my skin
when it hallows is nothing like
an anvil, when I strike the anvil
it sounds nothing like
a bell. I live in a stained-
glass house with my wife
and all her children. We only run
ragged, milky animals too late
at night or first thing
in the morning, when the paper
doesn't come. In the green room
and yellow field of warning
I like to translate everything
my son, the figurative, will need
to make it home. To my daughter
the material, I wriggle
the superior bait, god's live
wire. An animal
meat gone deep
and dark after crossing it
with everything twice.
About the author:
Jen Tynes edits horse less press. She is the author of The End Of Rude Handles, See Also Electric Light and, with Erika Howsare, The Ohio System.
For further reading:
Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 7, No. 1, where "Some Promise" ran on May 11, 2007. List other work with these same labels: poetry.
