Untitled (tanka)
I smell
my rejected poems’ burn marks
to see if the editor
smokes pot or tobacco
just a cold day in hell
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More Poems by Jari:
- Morning Specter
- Lucky Day
- A Life That Curls
- Ode to an Old Tooth
- Gold is the body of the gods
- Refuge
- The Man Who Moved Water
- In a White China Bowl
- Untitled (tanka)
- Untitled (tanka)
- Ernesto in the River
- Afterlife in the Color of Stigmata
- Black Holes
- Chance
- Ode to the Bed Bug
- Of Blaze
- Sixteen Things to Do with a Baby Grand Piano on a Rope
- Too Old for Fairies
- A Life That Curls
- If I Am the Dream