Corrinne Lee
New Poems From the USA

I'll not be covert
and, thus, your capital. Take your pill: Today

is my cedar
disposition. Only halfway there, neither up

nor down. In our neighbors' fields, snap
peas sweat and slumber, fattening

on gingered sky. Yet I stride sardonic
as acetate, badgers heating

each shoulder. Is this is how Nature reveals
herself to Science

by clawing apart her puffy Oxford,
disclosing breasts that seem,

to him, like grenades? You tell me
there are pipelines

which transport the insoluble
by submerging it

in water. Please to please, turn on
the tap.