Two Poems

Sarah Mangold

from Cupcake Royale

your sister cupcake eater

without frosting

a long project on rust

the spiral hasn’t bothered me before

find the scar


out of the house

she has a guy who makes charts

saucers the set times five or six

received four gin glasses

reef tumblers

possibly in the future hardly anything will direct them

checks passed to the groom

lip gloss off

her daughter Hattie

chases cats in the woods

Up to nine tiny moons

More than chicken
about our situation
household tap

a container
but also the life
at a makeshift
and in the clothes

process of catastrophe
to applaud a show
rummy for money
stare at the camera

where you can say and hear
in her chosen field
a lens of their own
writer’s clothing
increasingly addled by gin

workers refuse to set in type
all the genres of paint

take a pair of scissors
in the late nineteen-forties
the benches are made

blindness the willfulness
he does not apologize
dressing to produce
quotation marks

the sensual Charlotte
open to a depth
revered and loved
leave the river
of the tiresome daily job

observations to share about her
improve my chances
claimed that he had seen
real differences between
but the exact number