Night interview Is it the past that hurts? This is where I try to sleep Did you reason with it? For a time And the flowers? There were a purple they paled in the middle Did they please the room? They pleased themselves You were gifted clothes. No fit was fire enough There was talk of a home chill. The best do not talk about it What of the first fit? I wish an erasure of it Of the first rush, too? Rush leaves So what got left behind? Polished cuff I gave it away What stayed? A taste of metal Was this a repetition?“Joan Fleming”
Author: Joan Fleming
Joan Fleming
Twenty questions What did my tenderness suggest to you was it too sweet was it not enough What I wanted was it too rough ██████ ██████████████████████████████████ Was it your pained puppy–dog ███████ eke ██████ Was it the red dogs’ feet barking through the afternoons did they mark their needs ██████████████ in your too–soft wood floor Was I too good and then at some sly test no good at all Was it when I fell asleep ████████████████████████████ was that █ cruel ███████ ███████████████ Did the entire ███████████████████ feel intolerably like school Was it the careful seepage in the car a scent I hate Was it the you of you never ████ █████ or late Was it that I wanted you to“Joan Fleming”