AMANDA NADELBERG

Cadogan

Cheslav

Karp

Pansy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CADOGAN

 

 

How comforting to find yourself

viewing a tele program that you

have witnessed before. And

you Cadogan what are

you doing over there

with the shovel and           

the chair? Do you like

the chair? Do you like

to sit on the shovel?

Does the chair like the

shovel? If you break this

car you’ll have to go

home on the paddy wagon

shameful with the shovel or the

chair not the two. You will

need one hand to keep

in your pocket. There you’ll find

comfort in warmth and quiet. 

There is no tele on the paddy wagon.

You may find the quiet to

be nice. Otherwise unpleasant. Here

is to a long line of your descendents

may they all be quiet and

warm with hands full of pockets. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHESLAV

 

 

The only place my mom

takes me is the dentist.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

KARP

 

 

Like fruit from Russia it

was difficult not to

desire her. She was truly a

lovely ripe peach, nectarine,

whatever. Like a hurricane

he ate when he was hungry.

A fish-fruit would be good

for the body. Sweet protein.

On a corner across from a

baseball field please. Cooked

well this dish would benefit

from a glass of water. Even

if it doesn’t pay well I am

going to drive a fruit truck

from the country to the other

country. Gentle. Gentle they

tell me over unpaved roads.

Use a pencil to test the skins

when stopping for gas. Fruit

and gas have had big roles in

dreams this year. Serenade me

slow. I promise to respond

within four to six months.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PANSY

 

 

This was the moment

that no one had been

waiting for. The

flight attendant

stepped up to

the bat. Delivered

the speech unmercifully.
Back at home

she answered fan

mail like it was

her religion. Wore

a green wedding

dress. What language

do you speak, she

asked everyone. She

was a visionary of

sorts. Asserted

her legs firmly in

the park. Unafraid

of the night and

its colors she

would count as

much as she wanted.

She sent some flowers

to the moon received

an illegible yet

warm thank you

the following day.

 

All of this is

to say that

good comes where

you let it come. When

the state police come

to your front door and

offer to install an escalator

to the moon make

sure you let them.