Scientist

You don't have to like this poem and it's really not my usual writing style, but we are studying the Poet Laureates in the poetry workshop I am taking. The poet for this week is Kay Ryan, who writes poems which simultaneously draw you in, but for reasons you don't understand. Well, some of the poems, anyway.  Some of them are just too out there.  She has rhymes in her poems in weird places and most of the poems are really obscure. 

mind forged

from dawn

spent, hours

at the bench

yawning

night traps

the blind

eye maps

knowledge

drenched in

sweat, she

naps finally

spent.