Poems by Daisy Fried
She Didn't Mean To Do It
... go no further than your fingers, move your legs through their paces, ...
Torment
... Tears a can off a six-pack choke-ring, sticks it in a baggie ...
Econo Motel, Ocean City
... fast food stands, all that quilted aluminum, eats through streams ...
Elegy
... to sterilize the needle: Give me a small red new potato, ...
