TWO POEMS by FIONA BRUCKMAN
February 4 2025Milo
He wears an orange leash
His mom wears heavy glasses
There’s ground bees on the side
OJ died when I was in the back
I’m hooded and the leaves
Move together away
When you become a critic
Everything is stupid
But I actually think
Words constant to you
Become a picture
And pictures are easy
And about quotes—
The people who say
Them can be wrong.
Cozy in my Pose-y
Couple w matching headphones
Bluetooth pairing
A water bottle handle
w perfect right angles
Like we work in the sky and
Eat out of metal boxes
Fiona lives in Philadelphia.