Before Thanksgiving
Bruce Beasley
Abundant deprivation,
glossolalia
of hail on windows, the splintered
ice-crust of the roadside muck:
glossolalia
of hail on windows, the splintered
ice-crust of the roadside muck:
I take the names
of things that remain—
stinkhorn rising over dead sweet basil,
the roses' chokehold, still, on the frozen summerhouse.
