Thursday, July 28, 2011
Tell me what you know about colors
how they aggrandize on your shoulders
as I rest my thoughts upon your brow.
And suddenly you know all the reasons
why π has been counted through the ages
as a mechanism for developing an apathy
calculator—not that we want one—but
isn’t it odd the way you don’t want
too much green on your lips.
This poem has been published in Food Corp and appears here courtesy of the poet.
Alina Gregorian's poems have appeared or are forthcoming in various publications including Boston Review, Washington Square Review, Caketrain, Juked, and The Best American Poetry Blog. She edits Maggy (www.maggypoetry.