We initially thrilled to the idea of memories, all snowflake-shaped,
Best explained visa via underpaid heroines, corn flakes, cow patties.
Owned anxieties attached to hurting children, though, made for thin soup,
Created portions of limited serenity, concealed life's verities, urged stumbling upon.
In the bedrooms of critical thinkers, the lowest sort of games received our revisions,
Long bits get broadcast got published. We preempted guesses, threw stones at crows.
No harm came from our country club manners, fish eyes, pickled calf feet, puppy ears,
Overpriced patisseries, trepanning avuncular persons, belching loudly in public, cursing.
Believing war's sheathed swords could cancels duels, disappear acne, we banished
Truth-bearing insights contingent on the province of hedgehogs and small, white ducks.
KJ Hannah Greenberg's newest books include: The Little Temple of My Sleeping Bag (Dancing Girl Press, 2014), The Immediacy of Emotional Kerfuffles (Bards and Sages Publishing, 2013), and Citrus-Inspired Ceramics (Aldrich Press, 2013). Among her forthcoming collections are: Cryptids (Bards & Sages Publishing, 2014), Jerusalem Sunrise (Imago Press, 2014), Simple Gratitudes (Propertius Press, 2014), Word Citizen (Tailwinds Press, 2015), and Mothers Ought to Utter Only Niceties (Unbound CONTENT, 2015).
KJ Hannah Greenberg
Initially Thrilled to the Idea
MicroGod Schism Song
X and Y Axes of Charts
Made About T's Lover
White Night Terror