Three Poems
J. Bailey Hutchinson
Do you want to go back? I want / to go back. / To ear-aches, bubble font. / To an omelet so large. / To the crayon’s wax-click, to / grape. Which was never / grape. / Hallowed hour of the afternoon, the taste of TV-air. / Everything translucent, purple-tinted. / Lunchtime plasmic & wet, body / by milk. A small secret’s / dire weight.