Evening Will Come: A Monthly Journal of Poetics (Tribute to Tomaž Šalamun—Issue 50, February 2015)

Noelle Kocot
Love Has Seams

for Tomaž

The

Order

Of

Things

Is

Such

That

A

Smashed

Pipe

Or

A

Wasp

Having

Children

Seems

Arbitrary

And

Quite

Absurd

But

We

Know

That

Overhead

Lies

The

Black-

Tiled

Roof

And

The

Smut

Of

Rainbow

Prisms

Is

Longterm

Memory

Retrieval

And

You

Are

Abandoned

In

A

Rice

Paddy

Somewhere

Where

Another

Man

Freezes

And

Sees

A

Cow

Inside

A

Cow

And

A

Death

That

Doesn't

Resemble

In

The

Slightest