We Woke Up & It Was Morning
what we need is to throw a no-fuss
the sun rose up with a lemony tang
in the truck stop garden,
carrots end up in ribbons, you were making out with someone else
100 tons of paper
500 gallons of fuel
today, nobody is permitted to starve,
CLEAN OFF, running to the nearby river
I went as far as the truck went,
in a flash
boxes store small trinkets:
-you & the earth
-two grapefruits halved crosswire
-the light texture of the punch of red
This sink is lovely and forgiving.
I make a copy & put it in a protective sleeve
without keeping you up at night.
Sarah Jedd wants everyone to know that Chicago governs her heart and that New Hampshire is only a pit stop. She bags prescriptions for an independent pharmacy in the light hours and makes Mai Tais for a Japanese steakhouse by night. Recent poems can be found on bar napkins or in the Summer 2012 issue of Phantom Limb.