A Cooling Earth (For 18 West 11th Street) by Lily Bartle

 

Never think of money in terms of numbers
Only in terms of other things
a cooling Earth
a drying apple

In the nineteenth century
Skin became wrinkled
a pearl cast
in a bowl of vinegar

Will weather

                              Into debt over her

Greek gifts vainly inherited quake as she tears
A thirty-foot hole down the aisle
                  grayish clod
                  of soggy papers
                                                                      “I.A.S.D.S.C.S.I.D.A.S.D.C.SSepulchered”

                                                                                           In the Federal Style
Too much sediment                                                                   Falls
In aquarius                                                               Letters and tenants relieved themselves of property

 

 

 

 

Lily Bartle

Lily Bartle is a poet and editor from New York City. She is also the founder of Hole, Earth, Catalog.

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