DECEMBER 2004/JANUARY 2005 Archives
Nativity
Now I lay my iceberg
to sleep
His 7⁄8 kicking at comforter
Sebastian, he endures icicles
that perforate what his life should be.
The newborn
for I have calved him
& what of St. who lies under the 98°
of me?
I did not make him up—I summoned the ice-
maker
& he delivered exclamations
—L.S. Klatt
About the Author
L.S. Klatt teaches literature and creative writing at Calvin College, in Grand Rapids, Michigan. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Denver Quarterly, Conduit, Chicago Review, and Verse.
