TQ3 Poetry Contest


Monarch Season by Gabriel Jesiolowski

    . . . . .                                                                                      envelope with stitching                                                                                    arrives in late September                                                                                    how was I ever impenetrable                                                                                    now I am like a cloud     . . . . .   distant foghorns      I weep when I think of what you may have written today—             rotting lettuce          the erotic […]