Two Poems
Alissa Quart, 24 January 2013
In Rome, they forget their time, though such forgetting is an error of sense. Forget an age of shoe bomber, of underwear detonator, of airplane null. Forget American Gosselin serialism: eight children they do not love; a dozen screens, playing losing games.
These are all signs; bright as a street corner, audible as punks-with-beasts.
New York’s dowdy water towers are sentinels...