k a r e n a y o u t z

Postmodern sounds like “we already figured it out”
new echo old authority      No one
originates the whole yard's designated history cul
minate at constant weird [sic stated] point

night sees into foreheads and hearts
“world” from its modern storm battened
abandoned bomb-height a race's
ingenuity to cancel organism

Morning Anyway comes nowords      Ordinary
non-aggressive sun lays on
skin photons' retinal weight
one cell of light embrace      I am so for the world

THE JOBLESS RATE DECLINES
	Dear Art, beneath snow's blind field shapes and colors mend? Because embrace fuses rainbow light did the spectrum sever hard to split Purple Blue Red? An in-the- dark free heart gapes no hierarchy of love, a squirrel unable to consider State Street, totally unreasonable unmonitored alive. Every car registered as a government vehicle. Asphalt just lays there. Practical weapons make problems of lands' needs for sun, worms, wind, rain. ROYGBIV (wearing a raccoon mask and tail), the rats' and sparrows' protector, employs a sign and seed carrier: STOP
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KARENA YOUTZ is a poet living in Idaho. Born in 1970 Connecticut. Her book, The Shape is Space, is not available in stores. She hates parking lots.

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