Nothing was meant to be but sometimes it’s nice

You could make
A list of objects
To the side of the poem                (abreast)
And that would be
The second verse
My name was
A. Geranium laughing
Looks like my head                     (a breast!)
Off to the side
Poem as position
Occupied for a couple flowers
Arthur’s friends said
As he was dying
He just kinda turned
Into his music
                                       (.)
                                       (.)
                                       (.)
All our dittoing murmurs
Winter included
Water included
The same five objects in my eyes
I’ve lost interest                     (coffee, Lord
In anything                            friend, book
But depth                              river, maybe
But Hi                                 cum)
My name was Current Kaleidoscope
My name was Along For The Ride

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Originally published by Jagged Edge Press

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Joan Tate is a poet, mystic, and transexual currently living in Great Falls, Massachusetts. Her work is published or forthcoming in places such as Prairie Schooner, Stone of Madness, b l u s h, Discount Guillotine, Imposter Review, Little Mirror, and more. She currently serves as a tour guide at the Dickinson museum. You can probably find her down by the canal or on instagram @JoantheLark.