DIANE SEUSS
v6n1
i lie back on my red coverlet and contemplate
prayer that goes: dear god
v8n1
spring's confessional poem
what is it, darling, that draws you to me? it’s probably insipid,
v10n2
Either everything is sexual, or nothing is. Take this flock of poppies
I went downtown and went down
v12n2
Is there still a Betty in this new life?
It Seems Like a Poem Should Smile Wide, with Rotten Teeth
We fear the undulant,