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Jennifer Kronovet

Sunday, July 31, 2011


MAINE


There is culture
and there is The Culture
of a place making you
friendly, wearing your
sense on your sleeve.

Here, on the page, we
always want to talk
about beauty. Out there—
out the window—we leave
a mattress in an empty lot.

Don’t make me find you
beautiful. I say that
to the ocean. It keeps
giving itself away
like the girl I was in HS.

The internal culture shifts
too slowly to see like mold
grows. I have become
myself again. Again,
the sensible sand.



Jennifer Kronovet is the author of Awayward, published by BOA Editions. She is Writer-in-Residence at Washington University and lives in St. Louis, Missouri.

posted by RealPoetik
10:35 AM