Kristi Maxwell
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Lemur
a beautiful outlaw lipogram
Thinking is a shanty boat I go onto
on this good Ohio night
What is a window’s fantasy of what sight is?
What is a window’s fantasy?
Vision picks passion’s scab
Is a scab cash that was a body’s savings?
Is a body a ghost’s citation?
A ghost’s stowaway past?
Winnow this instant as if it is chaff
I saw a body that wasn’t a body
a shopping bag posing as snow atop hay
a twin pawning a notion of two
In this invitational, a coast fights its sinking
Not a job I’d want
What widows a window? No gazing?
No noticing that goat, that hint of noon on that
happy stoop, that siphon in that gas tank,
that kind of aching hatching knowing is
Red Lechwe
a beautiful outlaw lipogram
in an imagist funk
ant on a sofa mistook as a mountain
big to it
baby possum atop a giant tomato
not a mom ova it, so ova it
a puffin says, if a puffin says, auks
a nosy moon snug against a gossipy sky
go—stab: font isn’t ink’s outfit
okay, okay
Kristi Maxwell is the author of seven books of poems, including My My (Saturnalia Books, 2020) and Bright and Hurtless (Ahsahta Press, 2018). She is an assistant professor of English at the University of Louisville.
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