For science fiction, too, in all its nonfiction foreshadows, from Modern Life.
from The Future of Terror / 7 / by Matthea Harvey
We spun the glob to forget
our grievances. Greenland: gone.
The Gulf, a blurry gouache.
We went on hayrides and watched
the gulls glide overhead, though
our health insurance no longer covered
hayrides, only icewater, aspirin
and iris inspections, which the individualists
outside the gate said infringed on their inalienable
rights.
For the children, from Faithful and Virtuous Night.
from Utopia / by Louise Glück
When the train stops, the woman said, you must get on it. But how will I know, the child asked, it is the right train? It will be the right train, said the woman, because it is the right time.
For a different perspective, from Station Island.
from Drifting Off / by Seamus Heaney
The guttersnipe and the albatross
gliding for days without a single wingbeat
were equally beyond me.
For Dorothy and Glenda and the many shades of green, from Fairy Tale Review: The Emerald Issue.
from The Rhetoric of Oz / by Grace Bauer
Language is the wizard
and the curtain that he hides behind,
conjuring names for all our longings
and helping us spell our way home.
For wouldn’t you know it, she would think of manifesting dreams, from The Best of It. I just call it Awwwwww-w-p. Dream a little dream for all the poets & writers!
from How Successful Can She Afford to Be? / by Kay Ryan
Maybe the mime’s test
would be to get you to drink
from the glass she passed.
For every day is a good day for Ms. Mark, from Tsim Tsum.
from The Disasters / by Sabrina Orah Mark
Beatrice decided it was time to commodify her disasters. She spread each one out on the floor and studied them. Some would open. Some would not. Outside, the humans sailed past each other like thin discarded boats.
For museums, from The Doll Collection, edited by Diane Lockwood.
from In the Chair Museum / by Leah Browning
A few months later, I dreamed that I was a doll,
walking on my little legs through the chair museum.
For this day just keeps going and returning, which, as they say, and depending, is better than the alternative, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Monday / by Lisa Robertson
What we praise we believe, we fully believe. Very fine. Belief thin and pure and clear to the title. Very beautiful. Belief lovely and elegant and fair for the footing. Very brisk. Belief lively and quick and strong by the bursting. Very bright.
For love of the arts, from One Train.
from Aesthetics of Cézanne / by Kenneth Koch
To have painted
the apples
that were in
the orchard
For memory and the love of dolls, from The Doll Collection, edited by Diane Lockward.
from Carriage / by Akua Lezli Hope
I had my own baby carriage
for my baby dolls to ride in
a fine, four-wheel thing
with padded handlebar and springs
mattress and folding canopy
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