Poem of the Day

I think I mentioned the poem-of-the-day of Poets.Org (Academy of American Poets) earlier, but today’s is a corker.

Here’s an excerpt:

…One winter in Harvard Square, I wandered
drunk, my arms full of still warm, stolen laundry, and
a man said come to my studio and of course I went—

for some girls, our bodies are not immortal so much as
expendable, we have punished them or wearied
from dragging them around for so long and so we go …

Here’s a link.