Contingency

In another
life, I’d
want this one.

In the Dark

We carried our spears
as far as we could.

We thought they
could teach us

something—something
pointed and sharp.

Life is hard,
the spears said

to the dark, which
listened, wishing
their tips were stars.

Primer

Everything I need
to know I learned

in the ice age—
how cold cold

is, how
lonely extinction.

John Doe
Poet, Independent Writer
IN CONVERSATION WITH
Andrea Cohen