You must run for president yourself, John. And when you win, I will write your inaugural poem. It will be about squirrels, and the moons of Jupiter, and lactose intolerance.
If the moons of Jupiter are made of green cheese, squirrels, being rodents, would like to eat them. But lactose-intolerant squirrels would have to abstain.
John Gallaher is the author of the books of poetry, Gentlemen in Turbans, Ladies in Cauls, The Little Book of Guesses, and Map of the Folded World, as well as the free online chapbook, Guidebook from Blue Hour Press, and, with with the poet G.C. Waldrep Your Father on the Train of Ghosts, BOA, 2011. His next book will be the book-length essay-poem In a Landscape, coming out in 2015 from BOA.
Other than that, he's co-editor of The Laurel Review and GreenTower Press.
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You must run for president yourself, John. And when you win, I will write your inaugural poem. It will be about squirrels, and the moons of Jupiter, and lactose intolerance.
If the moons of Jupiter are made of green cheese, squirrels, being rodents, would like to eat them. But lactose-intolerant squirrels would have to abstain.
One does not run for president. One crawls.
"O you dig and I dig, and I dig toward you, and on our finger the ring awakes" (Celan). John, you must wake the ring.
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