MONIKA CASSEL
Four Poems
Photographs Taken by My Grandfather of Neu-Lobitz,
His Childhood Home, Circa 1925
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Photographs Taken by My Grandfather of Neu-Lobitz,
His Childhood Home, Circa 1925
Always passionate but tonight Fantasia Gorey
& of the salt flakes on the surface of skin
To be brave, I look to the daffodil.
A stupid flower, I’ve always thought
What did the house sparrow witness
from asphalt level
All of which is no matter. No physical. That’s just the way he played.
The opposite of transubstantiation is a yeast infection
they taught each other how
long they could dangle
Paintbrushes face down in the water cup
and the red tendrils reaching like the summer
Some thirty pigeons in the center of the square.