Tina Turner Declined to Comment

Disliking a band

I used to really like

is reassuring in the way

a seagull is

to the headlong kid who knows

it will always at last


Or like feeling 

your age, as in,

I'm not judging myself. I'm serious

about ordering this coffee.

Do commuter

rail commuters feel 

their briefcases in their sleep?

Do I have all the diseases 

I'll ever have already?

To nidificate

is to find the square

root of the space

where you are.

I like loving

the same bands

I loved when I was young

because there is no 

zeitgeist, indeed

no man can surpass 

his own time, 

for the spirit 

of his time is

also his own spirit,

but his own time

is so much longer

and smaller 

than he thinks.

The radio was asking

What’s Love Got

To Do With It as

I almost flattened 

a woodchuck 

on the highway

and that was just 

the scariest thing 

that happened yesterday. 


Clean, he said, and saw past relevance,
a place acting where we were once
walking barefoot down the middle of a street

A vision arresting blank
fields stopping the
world from patterns

Hats being made year-round
killing our ends
of the commercial earth

gathering a rallying cry
for the infinite surface of the gift,
fabric for other ways of

the year, which served to see
last year to a home
we could consume

in nimble, perfect contributions
descending into the new law,
violating that scattered glow.

Beth Ayer is the senior poetry editor and web manager for the Found Poetry Review. Her poems have been published in Upstart: A Journal of English Renaissance Studies, Bukowski on Wry, Imitation & Allusion, and other publications. She prefers catching with her left hand to throwing with her right. Follow her @bethdayer and bethdayer.com, and don't follow her around Providence, RI. http://bethdayer.com/shapeimage_7_link_0

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