Two Poems
Mandy Laughtland


Who says we have to kiss,
take off your jacket or even

unzip it, but will you let
its rainproof fabric fall against

my ear pressed to your chest?


What do your sunflowers know
from peering in your windows all summer?

They're subtle. They share
just a rustle of stalks when the wind

sends your neighbors' leaves
into brittle chatter with the asphalt

of 4th Avenue and 95th Street.