the bridge. fecal matter. the blinds.
the stove. the flower. the shrub.
the dynamo, silk-laden hand of your brain, doling punishment
for the way
you do your day.
when you and your sister were children, you “fished”
in the front yard. you had the poles, the bait,
the tackle box.
it seems harrowing, to speak solely in the tongue of dreams
and memories. like the wrong way
to live a life.
like all you’re missing
is the fish,
it’s monday, the day disguised
as a storm. the cool of hidden mouth,
opening only in secret. i wonder all the time
about poets, how they always seem
so uncertain and so sure, destroying
and fixing something in tandem. the dam
breaks, there is no stopping the speeches
and the ideas about corn, the greens
sprouting out in strange places, growing
their own wee brains. poets don’t have wings,
but plants do. their blades pulling out
like the fraying hem of the world. mistaking
nothing for nothing, giving back what’s
naturally requested and given.
a deer and three birds
streamlined and traipsing. a doe in the path of some birds. ahead to the right, a building dies. it cowers in the light, a vision for astrologists. here comes the first bird. a gull in the face of the deer. due to sidelong eyes and an overshot flight path, an awkward encounter. gruffy, fluttering, fervent, over. the previously mentioned building, home to piano and woman. she grows pink-fleshed pineapple on the top floor, they mold and the building turns to sugar. the second bird. wingspan black and agape, it meets the doe at the heart of her face, then vanishes in the collapsible velvet folds of the sky. two riders rip out from the rear of the building on horseback. one has control, the other whips like an infected banshee. out toward another distance they peel, that’s all for them. to the third bird, now. the most apical beak, the peakest talons. a heroic wingspan, freckled with human assumption. it doesn’t approach the deer at all. careening the gaze of the story, it lands in some brush alongside. it’s crimson. pure crimson. and wild as hell.