A Poem by Jason Zuzga

by The Awl March 17, 2016

by Mark Bibbins, Editor

Hoover Dam

Hoover Dam understands
if you have to go to the bathroom.

If you tempt me with your smile,
I will encase you in gelatin.

I love you porkchop, you say to your porkchop.

I love you porkchop, you say to your doom.

You cast seed onto the field
and shape a soft maze.

The penguins’ speed is such that they shoot up
ten feet or more then plop down onto the ice.

Fifty million soup labels will buy them a basketball.

The ocean with three fish left.

We all sleep alone, says Cher.

The last box of low-salt Triscuits. Half full.

Jason Zuzga’s debut poetry collection, Heat Wake (Saturnalia Books), has just been published.