Party Politics
A poem for Sunday
by Kyle Carrero Lopez
Jul 17, 2022
1 minute
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I’m at a party where everybody has matching towels. I’m lying. This is the setup of “Rock Lobster” by the B-52s. Björk was right: poems can lie. A good book of poems could host deep dives on the feel of each felt thing, each fleck of one’s lived life: dusts of knuckle hair; how the hospital smelled; the faint sea-salt taste on another’s neck; what color the coffin was; through which shapes light sieved down the forest’s trees—yet, somehow, a luck-size gap: not a word on money worries.
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