Monthly Archives: January 2015

Three Poems by Vanessa Couto Johnson

birr Brazilians call a Sunday driver a barber. Barbers once bloodlet, so perhaps this is a comment on car injuries. Toss me your red shirt. Still where it lands. Or I wear. See me inside. How many accidents have you been in. Do you always know if something is an accident. I think it is masculine because it is male ...