Elizabeth O'Brien

What I want             
a boat makes
from page three of the quiz         
and fourth grade

cool, wet

pleasure of

getting a B. Sweat
draped in the sun
and the paper boat
toward the water
will not fit the grid of a list. The kind    
folded by hand
on fractions, the last of the year
over. Water

at the grassy edge of
not yet mud. The
words. Really having them,

drying my bare feet, my wet socks

down a stream.





This piece is part of a series of poems inspired by paintings by Balthus