National Poetry Month: 568 by Kate Greenstreet

Apr 14, 2014Archive, Feature


by Kate Greenstreet


Light by six.

Like everyone, she’s simple.


I understand her crazy trust.

But how can these tricks work?



at night


are always dangerous.

And our will. Free will.


She cuts herself. I never got close

to that.


The dog

has seen it all.

This poem is from issue 38.2. You may purchase a copy here.