Sally Ball
POEMS
 

f(N) = 6(s + 7)



The candle in the glass appears and disappears.

The Candlemas in the glassjaw appears and disappears.

The candlewood in the glasswork appears and disappears.

The caner in the glazier appears and disappears.

The Canis Minor in the glee club appears and disappears.

The cannabis in the glen plaid appears and disappears.

The cannonball in the glim appears and disappears.


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Cut that out: in math,
formula generates thought,
oh my idol.

Here only
stifled soul, for want of spiritual oxygen,

burning, singing, setting the pane in the frame
(nudge, nudge)—

high-flying in the tiny interstices of a particular plaid.

A small one, tight.

The bomb, unlike a wick, will not flicker back.

Time to stop.

   
   
   

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