Kate Greenstreet

This must be the place
New Poems From the USA


We visited a house I used to live in.
Bright grass was growing in the rooms.
Early morning, summer.
Why have we come?

Pages ripped
from a book.
He’s throwing money from the bridge.
It’s an actual expression:

“Change blindness.”
Meaning: you don’t notice
there’s a change.

Light on two sides.
One great object.
Living “in,” more secret than before.

In the evening she went down.
Everything I knew of evermore.