Is that robin's-egg blue?, or A Poet Answers Her Critics
—Some want a guiding principle, narrative pick-me-up.
I give them root beer barrels and butterscotchs, say "suck."
A tangent is a mathematical loveliness.
Perhaps you're familiar?
Sister What-Was-Her-Name drew the most elegant trapezoids.
Who wouldn't want to do some time?
On the blueprints, a door means figure it out; a window, just looking.
I always open every cupboard, admire a narrow linen closet.
In the 1930's an actress could live at a hotel with her small dog.
I'm longing for something beaded.
I'm thinking in the next life I might appear handmade.
Copyright © 2008 Mary Ann Samyn
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