Poetry month is almost over; up next: May. Tomorrow is my last day at Stockton until the fall. Until the fall. It has such an ache to it.

I am grading research papers. I also need to start revising four poems for Kathy’s class. We’re having a class reading tomorrow, but I will not be revised into action by then.

One of the poems I am thinking of revising is this:

Notes from the Printer

Put the cover
in the
bleed

All there is
is white-
space

The bleed is
white-space(cuticle

The cover needs
to bleed; bleed
the cuticle

Stretching
will pixellate the

Pink leaves and
purple vetch

coverThe title is
too close to the
edge

You can’t
have that I
don’t

I don’t know
what to
tell you

All I
asked for
was

bleeding
purple
vetch and

Call me
at your
convenience.