Elizabeth Swados Poems

Tsss
Summer sounds,
Tsss
Concrete and heat,
...

WE have a toilet that
has remained broken for five weeks now.
It continues to flush itself
whenever it feels the urge.
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A breast grows in my head
My brain has a nipple
The milk sways back and forth
making the lobes slosh
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YOU will uproot and move
and there will be nothing.
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SIT on your hands
until that mouth of yours
can say something useful to the brook
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Her music is strange
because the pen is a man's pen
and her fingernails are polished red.
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The shaking, the sleep
The shaking, the sleep
the not remembered dreams that have you waking up
sudden
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