Jen Frantz
I HAVE A FEW QUESTIONS
Will this hurt?
Will this hurt like
eagles hurt?
Like missing
a flight?
Like a wet
birthday card?
Am I gorgeous?
Am I the moon’s
handsome dove?
The train running
early in our one
prairie town?
Please.
Will this hurt like
a boat’s library?
Or going to
the bank as
a child?
Will this hurt
like we know
it will—slowly
choking
the brain’s
good bird?
Will this hurt
like my light
going out and
the blinds shut
and my worried
dog and my dead
hermit crab and
the mind saying
well—to answer
your question,
I think the world
is satisfied.