First day I met Joanna, I’m thinking the first hour, she asked who’d ever tongued a sea anemone. Tongue a verb at this professor’s
Translated by Kathleen Snodgrass The open hand’s sharp nails prop up a face of lackluster pearl. Behind the smoke of the motionless cigarette
Translated by Kathleen Snodgrass In a blinding white afternoon a bride behind the glass strolls among sweet sixteens in yellow who look out