Tuesday Poem by Carl Terver

Confessions To Two Lovers & things felt in-between


(for Zipporah)


I come to you like Nicodemus asking,

what do I do

to be born again in you?

the rheum have left my eyes,

I have washed in the pool

& it is only your face I remember


(after Vanessa)


The taste of music is sour here

& I have lost appetite for it.

they told me that I will enjoy

the lights of the city

but now I am having urban frostbite

from cata–tone

& neon blizzards