← v15n1, Spring 2016
Poetry · Volume 15, Number 1

Mr. Darcy (These men can be collected)

These men can be collected in a cup or a

shovel but I cannot pick each out except

by the handful they each dress better have

nice sweaters come with tags that say

Do Not Remove they move everywhere they are

a catalog that keeps coming in the mail each

only slightly different from the last this

manuscript is named Man 4 moon

sounds like man the shadow on my desk is not

mine my light is my heart that hurts from

igniting the microphone I talk into an ear

but the ear is not an ear I can whisper

never respond never spend on me why do

we fall in love with an ideal someone

who is not even real we teach our children

to have an imagination then others shun