kimberly johnson





With what stern determination I love

That wall!—: its red height so certain I must


Fling myself at it, an erratic

Embarrassment of a fling, chain-wobbling


Through my drunk parabola to kiss

The brick. Can I help it that I kiss


With all my force? Nuzzled

To dust, all my beloveds must wish


To have gone unregarded. What do

I wish for? The end of love.