have never known starvation nor plenitude
and unless the order of the world 
changes, I won’t. 

Where were you, nymphs,
when I was learning to apply
the proper plaster of Paris and papier-mâché

At my wedding, my father, ten years dead,
practices what Isaac Babel called
         the "genre of silence"—that is,

Naomi said, Go home girls, I'm cursed,

and we clutched, cried No! No!
the proper length of time. Then

Patty Seyburn’s poem “Adam Reads The Guide to Western Birds” appeared in our Fall 2001 issue. Her latest collection is Hilarity. ... let fowl fly above the earth in the
open firmament of heaven. Genesis 1:20This book is bliss.
It includes a bird’s to…