Vito Aiuto is the author of a collection of poems called <i>Self-Portrait as Jerry Quarry</i> (New Issues Press). He and his wife, Monique, enjoy playing music as The Welcome Wagon. Their newest recor
Would you let me tell you about the dream you had last night?
You were in a long hallway, swimming upstream, slight,
Pale women moving past, not meeting your eyes but
Muttering, blurry
Our summers were spent in the New South, autumn in
the biosphere, winter in a woodstove sand sullying
the hologram, blessing via a twenty-nine cent stamp.
Bleeding through my beloved stocking cap. At
In my kitchen there are mottled clouds
on the ceiling, puddles of light
on the floor. New York City never really
gets dark & I try to find comfort
in that we’re
I thought that if I could begin in a pasture, an indigo
river stretched out next to me.
But there’s no way to begin or enter in. I only
opened the door
