A Basket of Something Warm Under a Napkin

I can’t tell you why it’s a thing

but it is.


If you are a chemist or legislator

you can’t say this.


The Fiat was parked on a tree-lined street

and it moved me.


This is my new suit,

vintage chic.


Tatty, the truth is, but let’s hear it

for the kittens.


Martina McBride’s Everlasting Tour:

tough, logistically.


Nothing lasts forever

in the cold November rain: tougher.


A basket of something warm

under a napkin.


I feel badly about bringing this

to the neighbors.


They have a baby

and only one of us has been sleeping.


One advances at a particular

rate of speed.


A train pushes through apple country—

millions of apples


and a few wet leaves on the roof

of your mouth.



Dan Kaplan is the author of Bill’s Formal Complaint (The National Poetry Review Press) and the bilingual chapbook SKIN (Red Hydra Press). His work appears in VOLT, American Letters & Commentary, Denver Quarterly, Ninth Letter, Washington Square, and elsewhere. He is managing editor and poetry co-editor of Burnside Review and Burnside Review Press.



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