J.D. Smith
January
Owing us nothing now,
the green cords barbed with lights
acquiesce into the tangles
of their accustomed boxes.
J.D. Smith’s third collection of poetry is Labor Day at Venice Beach, which everyone should own.
Owing us nothing now,
the green cords barbed with lights
acquiesce into the tangles
of their accustomed boxes.
J.D. Smith’s third collection of poetry is Labor Day at Venice Beach, which everyone should own.