Steven Kunert like teeth and coins and blood I once lost poems in your lovely room your walls painted with scenes of swamps and your floors tiled with mosaics of Jesus I’m not crazy I told you I saw children with blood on places they didn’t want to know And you hung curtains with fabric of the flag while I was in Da Nang losing poems for peace of mind Now it’s forty years later and you look the same and your room is still so lovely...