Jeff Harrison

Also Without A Preface

take another responsibility
rich, another baby protested
trying, she turns around
                         without sewing shut my pond
this joke wore a little beak
the sound called off the unpacking
(oily front clapped radiant)
                         pride hurts ahead of time
a little bit could be anything, tourists
still loved my shadow — a balm my hair contained
pearls pulled apart at every corner
                         a flight-shot without preface