Paula Bohince’s most recent book of poems is Swallows and Waves. (April 2017)

IN THE REVIEW

Zoo, Jardin des Plantes

Bee at the rose’s center, I’m participating in a fad that in a century will seem arcane, barbaric, a small crumpled photograph in a drawer or cloud might contain me, nearly out of frame, in the hands of some ancestor, who’ll see my dress…

Carousel

No motor, so a man must run, each hand on a horsey back, driving forward the stable. There is no other stallion. His slow son mans the post by the music (fast then faltering) and doles the golden rings. Every rider a girl, lifting …