Sina Queyras


Put Down That TV Tray

All I ever wanted was that living room, Sunday evening, chicken
In the roaster, that deep orange sofa, that maple table
Spread out like a wagon wheel upon which cups of tea floated
And macramé or puzzles could be assembled. Don't tell me

Disney isn't reality: whole cities have ticked by in nylon print
T-shirts, under lithographs of the Blue Boy in plastic K-Mart frames.
Poets, don't let your poems grow up to be idealists. I want in.
I agree we need to rethink everything from landfills t

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