from ‘Girlhood’
8
By evening find a morning’s line. A slant joy—‘to whom
no sound is dissonant which tells of
Life.’ To this end
I wake
early or late depending on nothing.
Her patient evil. What madness could patience
not unravel? What house
could love not blast
with calamity?
A furlonged evening. A farmer’s winter. And you,
so credulous & prone.
Sam Crocker is a poet from Western Massachusetts who lives and works in Brooklyn. He holds a BA in Written Arts from Bard College.