Toast
by Crystal Curry

May you finger the lord
                                              first know each star
the hue of its cradle may you know genitalia
its logos laid down on the porch & cried
hid in a margin
may you find it assign
to each one's ejecta as each one moves
so certain the megalopolis
                                                  will hold
your schema my schema
will work may we glue
may we get things finite may I make you
gross esoteric clandestine delete
till I say you're small & we'll eat
                                                   from small plates

Other poems by Crystal Curry in ActionYes #1:
Decree
Teaser
Notice
Warranty