Calisthenics
Super Tuesday
Profession
Buzz Bizz Buzz Bizz

Calisthenics

two kinds of people
encounter one another

two or more kinds
of people encounter
one another

every so often a halcyon
day and you are
a phenomenal friend

I say picking out stems
and pits from my teeth

I text my friend
my absolute favorite
facial expression:

>:( or thereabouts

:-O

teens convene in the minipark
gleam yell

I hate this song
in synchronicity

Super Tuesday

soup or tooth day
stupor doomsday
shoo her too day
day by day by
peccadillo coo stay
in the office ruing, they
swoop me in, say
time to get paid
march april june may
one day drew a
goog cal for fools
say I like it too they
didn’t hear me do a
single thing amiss in the
nearby kitchen
the antiseptic empty
but I knew my way
round a water faucet
and soap

Profession

someone someone
knows’ll be garlanded

or react to nettle
while you’re licking

an envelope
and will be

sent home      someone
grips the satchel

misplaces hundreds
of dollars’ worth of

stamps      for example
and not your kidney

but the thing
beside it

remembers it    running up a hill
then jogging down it

running up a hill then
jogging down it

Buzz Bizz Buzz Bizz

left work early today to
lay on my belly
and sleep and didn’t

googled giant
crustaceans carry food
to the deep and didn’t

find anything like my charge
promised I would
even verbatim? I queried

even verbatim? he replied
pretty mimetically
I was unsure re where I

should take the conversation
from there

Patty Nash is a poet and translator. Her work has appeared or is
forthcoming in jubilat, West Branch, and elsewhere. She lives in Berlin.