A friend’s poetry chapbook arrived in the mail today, just in time. Here’s a brief excerpt:“Selene cut the blooms from the neighbors’ roses, Floating them with oil in the bath. I counted Twelve wicks. Less my bifocals, they were straight tongues. Making love in petals and half-drowned rose scent Feels like something aphids do after rainstorms.”
–From Strutting, Attracting, Snapping
Poems by Michael Odom
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