Thursday, December 2, 2021

Lewis Warsh

  

photo of Anne Waldman and Lewis Warsh

— Lewis Warsh, 7/2000

Photo (left): Anne Waldman and Lewis Warsh















The Milk Was Sour

The milk was sour, but I drank it anyway

You must check the expiration date on the container
    before you buy it

I spilled the container of sour milk into the sink

The strawberries are moldy, I only bought them
    yesterday

It’s pointless to ruin your life over love for another
    person

You can always go back to the store and get a refund

I ran out into the rain and went to the store
    for a container of milk

It’s not necessary to wear clothing when you go
    to the store

No one in the store notices whether you’re wearing
    clothing or not

For some animals the ritual pattern of courtship
    is a dance of death

Wet streets, the entrance to the bridge, the windows
    of stores selling diamonds

Go back to where you started and repeat everything
    you said

Once I stood where Mao stood and stared down at
    Tiananmen Square

And once the wind blew me backwards off the Great Wall

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