MIRACLE MONOCLE | Issue Seven, Spring 2015
by Adam Day

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 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.


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