waking how
do you feel
you go down
stairs make the
coffee after
cleaning the coffee pot
then what
you burn with an inkling of
what the day might mean
it has a sheen that is
deafening
love is
open to you can you
ex
press it can you
say I love you to
anyone
are you
held in by some
fear you recognize
all your life
are you
of course you
are that's nothing new
and it's complicated
damn it to hell
RL is poet-in-residence
at the New England Conservatory. her new book, ask anyone, is available
from Pressed Wafer, and some of the poems have been set to music, which
you can hear at ruthlepson.com.
Her other books are I Went Looking for You, Dreaming in Color, and
Morphology, and she edited Poetry from Sojourner: A Feminist Anthology.
She just had a gig in Portland, ME with composer/pianist Frank Carlberg
& vocalist Priya Carlberg.
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