DPF / Gallup

For sci-fi poetry, from The Best American Poetry 1997, guest editor James Tate, series editor David Lehman.

from Backing into the Future / by Dick Gallup

        It’s like the doors
Suddenly fret open & I am deep underground
With Ted Berrigan and we both have an intense
Distrust of the future we are looking forward to

DPF / Ai

For men and women, from The Best American Poetry 1997, guest editor James Tate, series editor David Lehman.

from Back in the World / by Ai

I begin to paint, first a black background,
then starting from the left side,
a white line, beside a red line
beside a white, beside a red,
each one getting smaller and smaller,
until they disappear off the edge of the canvas.

DPF / Alexie

For the eagles and ravens, from The Best American Poetry 1997, guest editor James Tate, series editor David Lehman.

from The Exaggeration of Despair / by Sherman Alexie

and this is my father, whose mother died of tuberculosis
not long after he was born, and so my father must hear coughing ghosts

DPF / Halpern

For children, from The Best American Poetry 1997, guest editor James Tate, series editor David Lehman.

from Her Body / by Daniel Halpern

the smallest finger poking the air, pointing toward the first heat
    of the single sun, pointing toward the friendly angels
        who sent her, letting them know contact’s made.

DPF / Andrews

For angels, from The Best American
Poetry 1997, guest editor James Tate, series editor David Lehman.

from That Cold Summer / by Nin Andrews

          When the feathers

became more plentiful and blew around the rooms,
I swept them out the door, and they rose and drifted

like earthbound clouds.

DPF / Bowman

For requests of all shapes and sizes, from The Best American Poetry 1997, guest editor James Tate, series editor, David Lehman.

from No Sorry / by Catherine Bowman

Do you have any scissors I could borrow? No, I’m sorry I don’t. What about a knife? You got any knives? A good paring knife would do or a butcher knife or maybe a cleaver? No, sorry all I have is this old bread knife my grandfather used to butter his bread with every morning. Well then, how about