Burning: A Poem by Prosper Ifeanyi
I wrap myself into an effigy, a portraiture of a phoenix
“If prose is a house, poetry is a man on fire running quite fast through it.”
—Anne Carson
I wrap myself into an effigy, a portraiture of a phoenix
Small children sometimes understand truths better than adults do
'Wonder Engine' and 'Old Sons' by Jane Zwart
Now that I am a literary critic I wonder if it is a bad thing
"Sunday Love" and "Ideology"
Being pretty is one thing.
You taught me the difference between childish and childlike.
Some things are just too big / for me to understand.
"The First Year of Tinnitus," "Poem Carrying a Line from Yeats in its Six Teeth" and "Five Arguments with Czeslaw about 'Self-Image.'"
to answer / your question, those with a legitimate / worry should avoid petting zoos and farms