The wide river is salubrious
The dishwasher salubrious
Your mouth is salubrious
in a slight pause
before you make the joke
Your handlebar mustache is salubrious
Like a Got Milk? punchline
The estate sale bedframe is salubrious
the diaphanous Americas
Cup sails in cloudy oil: salubrious
The cleats are not so salubrious, but the wide receivers
dancing together
post-touchdown are Their affection
enough to make me forget
the head trauma The Maxfield Parrish
print Peaceful Valley looks
salubrious but would be deleterious
in the home Googling lapsarian
was not salubrious
Is that this
peaceful valley, seen
from the other side
of the salubrious river?
Surveillance is not but gossip
is salubrious The small potatoes
slathered in mustard
are just what I want
Is the fish jumping
to swallow a gnat
surveilling another meal?
A gnat and a pitcher
of river water right down
the gilly gullet You say
1,000 poets burping 1,000,000
compliments could not describe
my salubrious beauty, wit, or butt
The dollhouse is salubrious
Its adorned sharp floors salubrious
for the dolls’ sleeping conditions
The cherry tree is salubrious
even after it flowers, even after it is
cut down Its salubrious
memory is the feeling
of the park
A poem is not salubrious
In the cabinet
the hole you made
is salubrious Sitting in it
like a salubrious child
was a salubrious idea
Twenty-Foot Hole is salubrious
in its bracing cold
in the blistered
nonsalubrious June heat
For some a jump
is salubrious or fun
I despise the water
rinsing my brain
I despise your encouragement
to jump into my precise fear
Buying glassy milk
the beverage gets fresh
on the vinyl countertop
Cutting open a fat lemon
is salubrious
The birds are lugubrious
their thin sheets of terror
yakking about
our salubrious yard
with its overgrown edge
my toenails painted a salubrious lilac
to remind you
of my trendy jouissance
The motorboat
circles the house
from the moatlike
salubrious river like a cartoon
croc The birds shrieking
from the tree at the motor
boatist who aims his bow
or prow or whatever
toward us and cuts
the motor
Katherine Gibbel's poems have been published in The Chicago Review, jubilat, Second Factory, and elsewhere. She edits and prints Send Me Press, a letterpress printed postcard series. She lives in Windsor, Vermont.
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