“Bad Doggy in the Dark,” “King Kong,” and “A Dangerous Man”

Bad Doggy in the Dark

 

This is a game for when the nights are long
and mom needs a break. You turn out the lights
and roll newspaper into baseball bats.
You close your eyes and scream and flail.
No one can hit anyone with any force this way.
This was my father’s game. Everyone feels like a winner,
like they’ve got something to say about being bad.

 

King Kong

 

The game is King Kong. The baby is under my arm
hand wrapped around the barrel of her. No one makes
me feel …

I Pray

 

like the kid who knows

he’s a year too old

to sit on the mall Santa’s lap,

 

waiting in line anyway,

hedging his bets

 

to make certain that new dirt bike

is under the tree.

 

Which is …

October Poetry Curator Daisy Fried

Exist in Confusion, as Long as Possible, While Revising

Daisy Fried is the author of five books of poetry, including the forthcoming My Destination. The recipient of a Guggenheim fellowship, a Hodder fellowship, and a Pew fellowship in the arts, she is a …

WANDALUST

 

After and for Wanda Coleman

 

i wanna talk about wanda, wanda can i talk about you
wanda can i talk to you, wanda, girl, mam, sistuh, mama
how should i …

Great White Rocks the F—k out, 1989

 

Mark Kendall’s fingers slither up the strat’s fretboard
so smooth the sound comes out of a Marshall stack
like butter, and then Audie Desbrow switches
from brush on cymbal to …

The Gift

Angels do not appear dressed as we imagine. Why
would they? They are naked beneath their poor choices:
unmatched and worn. A hat and no shoes. Shoes
and no shirt. …