A fourteen-line poem on Adoration

by Julie Carr

       1. It does not take much

       2. Half an hour here, half an hour there

       3. It’s not a “presence” I adore

       4. The erotically swollen moon

       5. Let me go, friends, companions

       6. The soldier watches his kid in a play

       7. He seems nothing less or more than “foreigner”

       8. Grass. Dirt.

       9. The bottle broke and all the women gathered shards

       10. The effect was of inflation

       11. There was only one alive moment in the day

       12. Either I loved myself or I loved you

       13. Just like a mother to say that

       14. “Do you become very much?” she wrote