TWO POEMS by Adam Day
by Adam Day
EASE DOWN THE ROAD Oh, oh god are you calling again? God, Richard, please, just don’t do this to yourself. I mean, why why don’t, why don’t you go home and bathe, or something like that, just, just don’t call here anymore… Just a minute, John!
THE DEPARTMENT PARTY The professor dribbles, “The children of Peter Pan would go on to die in the trenches of Ypres, their deaths sprinting over waxy leaves through the humming elms. Their bodies became, you could say, landfill, the most democratic kind of social sculpture.” Indeed, sir, the people were thinking: the city is well-situated yet lacks a mountain.
Adam Day is the author of Model of a City in Civil War (Sarabande Books), and is the recipient of a Poetry Society of America Chapbook Fellowship for Badger, Apocrypha, a PEN Emerging Writers Award, and an Al Smith Fellowship from the Kentucky Arts Council. His work has appeared in Boston Review, The Kenyon Review, American Poetry Review, AGNI, The Iowa Review, and elsewhere. He coordinates The Baltic Writing Residency in Latvia, Scotland, and the Bernheim Arboretum & Research Forest.