Exit Opera: Poems

by Kim Addonizio

I know my soul is small, it just wants a decent hotel room & the man who lies down to sleep so trustingly beside me to open his eyes & love me

just stare at the place between words & their meanings

You get used to the sounds. You close the window and go back to sleep. Another species goes extinct. And life gets smaller while the cries fall, as Brecht wrote, like rain in summer, though he was referring not to animals