My Pentagon
It was the military
coming together
on paper under glass
to shine on me! they
called me
damp thing it was
my name coming
together under orders
nothing would go
unlaminated
they said
they said
under orders after death
all things must shine
Award-winning poet of 'The Trees The Trees'. Author of 'The Crying Book'. Published in The New Yorker, Poetry, & more. Former fellow at Emory.