American Sentences · Lisa DeSiro

Outside my window the weather is such that you’d think we were in North
Carolina. But what do I know, I’ve never been to Kitty Hawk
or anywhere else in that state. Westron wynde when wyll thow blow the smalle
rayne down
and cleave this humidity and cool us all the f*** off. (Note
to self: quoting Tudor manuscripts might seem pretentious.) (Nervous cough.) What would Allen Ginsberg do? Let’s order a burger, fries, and a shake.

Lisa DeSiro works for a non-profit organization and is an assistant editor for Indolent Books. She is also a freelance accompanist. Her publications include Labor (Nixes Mate, 2018) and Grief Dreams (White Knuckle Press, 2017), as well as several poems in journals and anthologies. Read more at The Poet Pianist.