New Poetry from The Metropolitan Review
There is descent and well-worn panic.
We approach ground in rapid fall to prayer:
God, deliver me to Earth!
I'm going to start citing this to sound profound and when someone tries to place it I'll say "Elizabeth Haddad" matter-of-factly, like they should have known.
Thank you! And very conspiratorial. Like, who doesn’t know Elizabeth Haddad? (Nobody knows Elizabeth Haddad.)
Not yet.
Thank you!
There is descent and well-worn panic.
We approach ground in rapid fall to prayer:
God, deliver me to Earth!
I'm going to start citing this to sound profound and when someone tries to place it I'll say "Elizabeth Haddad" matter-of-factly, like they should have known.
Thank you! And very conspiratorial. Like, who doesn’t know Elizabeth Haddad? (Nobody knows Elizabeth Haddad.)
Not yet.
Thank you!