The Poetry of
Michael G. Khmelnitsky

Some poems are
mathematically impossible.
—C.K.

the light falls from the wrong angle

the birds sing
the trucks run

the more things change
the more they stay the same
everything in its place

sugar in the urine
beer on the windowsill

the trucks run
the birds sing

the children learn
and the mothers wait and talk
the poet

cannot find his line
and the light falls from the wrong angle