The Limits of What We Can Do
By Natalie Eilbert
Poetry: “Neutrality is a privilege. The rocks we throw / ourselves onto are a privilege.”
Poetry: “Neutrality is a privilege. The rocks we throw / ourselves onto are a privilege.”
Poetry: “Looking back, God is a verb, adjective, / article, contraction, infinitive, any part of speech.”
Poetry: “As a commitment for life on the Internet / Repeated, retweeted.”
Poetry: “Then the women pushed a daughter inside. / Learn to be hot, they said.”
Poetry: “This place again. It’s where / I wake up and recall I have no daughter.”
Poetry: “But you couldn’t pick a fight with the Encyclopædia Britannica. / Even saying its name upped my I.Q.”
Poetry: “Candlemas bells / For soldiers who come here on leave / And rest against rusty railings.”
Poetry: “Some say a host / of horsemen, a horizon / of ships under sail / is most beautiful.”
Poetry: “What is the word that fuses this freshness / with the pity of having missed it?”
Poetry: “And I just hand you this damp / coloring book / I say there. That’s my model.”