Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.
From “Sungone Noon”
One raised
goats;
one raced
around barrels
(bareback
to teach me);
one liked it most
at midnight
on the pole-vaulting
mat
(or did she feign that
to reach me?);
one,
muddy-buttocked,
chigger-bit,
bit me.
Tank-topped
I rode
the rock
-n-roll
of my T-topped
Trans-am
down the drag
of that drag town
in which, I’m told,
one raised
four children
on her own;
one fiended
wine;
one roused
her roustabout
boyfriend
from her best friend’s
bed;
and one,
who laughing
slapping
leapt up
nude as dawn,
her backside
fossiled
in the lakeside,
died.
If you like what the Rumpus is doing for National Poetry Month, you’ll probably like this multimedia anthology of original poems we’ve run at The Rumpus over the last three years. Available only for iPad. Check it out!
