Volume 2, Number 3 -- March, 1997

A Poem for Poul Who Doesn't Really Like Poems

Seeing KØBENHAVEN in a poem about death & Jews

has nothing to do with you


just the word KØBENHAVN

written on a page

forces you into my consciousness.

You send a postcard one day

"I think I want to live here"

a short sentence really

but by the end of it

I am exhausted.


Here is such a misleading word.

Whose here?

Who's here?

--susanna garrett
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