Poetry books stacked on the sofa
Poetry on the Sofa
Poems by Joannie Kervran Stangeland

Miscellany


The Clinic

In the radiology lab
all of the magazines are old,
as though there is still so much time.

See, you can still shed 10 pounds,
don summer frocks from last season's Vogue.
You can spend a while in the creased images.

Results. You wait for the outcome
of shadows emblazoned
in gray regions on a glass.

In this sitting, the minutes stretch like hours,
a day endless even as moments
slough from you like breath.