"RENT" - Jane Cooper

If you want my apartment,
sleep in it
but let's have a clear
understanding:
the books are still free agents.

If the rocking chair's arms
surround you
they can also let you go,
they can shape the air like a
body

I don't want your rent, I want
a radiance of attention
like the candle's flame when we
eat,

I mean a kind of awe
attending the spaces between
us---
Not a roof but a field of stars.

Poem of the Day

ZEN WINKS
by Hafiz

Everything is clapping today. Light, sound, motion. All movement.

A rabbit I passed pulls a cymbal from a hidden pocket and winks.

This causes a few planets and I to go nuts and start grabbing each other.
Someone sees this, calls a shrink.
Tries to get me committed for being too happy.
Listen: this world is the lunaticsphere.Don't always agree it's real.
Even with my feet upon it and the postman knowing my door;

My address is somewhere else.