AROUND THE WORLD
it was a year
fatter than a boa's gut,
all songs and Sanskrit and Singapore,
carousing and cruising
and snapping at bugs
that feasted on her face
and spraying her wrists
with exotic perfumes,
sucking pleasure from solitude
and what meaning means
and how did that line go
and where the fuck did she put
any of it or all of it or none of it
and who's to say
and what did it have to do
with them anyhow
John Grey has been published in Agni, Worcester Review, South Carolina Review and The Pedestal, with work upcoming in Poetry East and REAL.
