Rebecca Wolff reads

Breeder Sonnet

corpulent
filament

rotting clams and oysters

I hate to wait
a liar and a thief
the underclass motif
posture of mean streets

a medium calm sweeps over the water
destroying the calm that was here before
a harbor—a tranquil, a desert of ocean
existed where nothing was here

it’s kind of hard to say it with a
straight face: anxiety disorder
A special kind of “unhappy”:

spiders and snakes

missed you.

Boo hoo.
Juvenate
and
rejuve
-nate

soot and suet together

a nice paste
for innovation

wake up wake up wake up

he said and slapped me

I deserved it / I was sleeping

in this defensive posture

Are you meant to be born
Were you meant?

a
b
a
b

c
d
c
d

e
f
e
f

g
g