[You've got rich / blood, Robin]

Kathleen Wolf Davis

Issue 42 * Spring 2020

You've got rich
blood, Robin

Flashing bare branches,
A pale gray breast
The farthest distance
From red
That money affords

Could you be
Out of this night
Terror? Tossed
In an arc
Above us mediocre—
A change of
Your lettering

Or leading
Between your
Fine lines

Don't worry, girl
The valet will
Honk soon
And snap you out
Of all this dull, dull