Kristi Maxwell

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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