As the Fog Lifts
I dreamt of reading the poetry journal, you know,
the famous one with all the glitz. I found the page
with my poem. No wait. Cold sweat of lies.
Here's the real reason: That one time
when reading through five or six Kooser poems,
I scrolled down to find the advance arrow once again,
and there on that page, my name, forever lost
in the mist of “whoever fully reads the next poem
after a healthy dose of the good stuff”?
--T.A. Sukany 05 Jul 2019
I dreamt of reading the poetry journal, you know,
the famous one with all the glitz. I found the page
with my poem. No wait. Cold sweat of lies.
Here's the real reason: That one time
when reading through five or six Kooser poems,
I scrolled down to find the advance arrow once again,
and there on that page, my name, forever lost
in the mist of “whoever fully reads the next poem
after a healthy dose of the good stuff”?
--T.A. Sukany 05 Jul 2019