Sometimes I like my own poems
a little too much.
Behold,
my strawberry power. Beware,
my mutilated marginalia. The air
smells like an old sponge.
A daily activity.
Another awesome ending.
I kiss the tiny fingers that hold these shoes.
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' books are, You're Going to Miss Me When You're Bored, and A Million in Prizes. His latest chapbook is We Used to Have Parties. He is a co-founder of Birds, LLC, an independent poetry press, and lives in Queens, NY with his wife and their twin son and daughter.
We’ve published three more poems by Marks: “from They're There,” “Raising children is boring,” and “I never know what it is I'm taking part in.”
