Words Are Being Ripped Apart
Words Are Being Ripped Apart
as if memory can be pulled
like the root of a broken tooth.
Coronis was an ancient beauty
a subject of Apollo’s wrath
punished with a plague.
Tear a page from Ovid,
the poems fall apart.
Elisabeth’s throne is for ceremony.
People respect the Crown.
Mexico’s culture is deep.
The world should drink its beer.
“Covert” “coven” and “covet,”
words that might trigger
but
Its agony, unspeakable
Its courage, beyond
let Corona stay in Queens.
This poem can be found in New York Stories along with the painting Not All Flowers are the Same.