Julia Cohen

Saint Kill a Need (for D.S.)
New Poems From the USA

 

Dressed in a bundle of shivers,
dissolving winter with your name.

Your wooden sled is canonized
this December day as Saint

Kill a Need. On an anagram
of arrangements: a picnic of cocoa

and soup. We lie like icicles below
cardinals that never looked redder.

Stirring your letters in a woolen hat
with a twig, I find a saintly killer,

absolver of need for redress.