april 2018
Wind flew in tree-
branch & cascaded
to the brown bird’s
beak, & noisily into
green mouth of the
glass bottle in your
right hand. So that
clear liquid spilled
onto the meadow.
That was April of
2018. It was so hot.
I didn’t want a dog.
apology
Nails chalk-
board kitchen
furious-lovable
sparrow. But do
you still like my
good side? Slush-
puddle filled with
mud: I dive in. It
looks so desirable
to me, like rotten
fruit when you are
starving. You know
error message over-
heating, electrical
transformer sparks,
that was in my dream, do you know my neighbor?
His catalytic converter
was stolen and he found
out on his way to work.
new taxonony
palpable things:
cold, hardwood, cold.
non-palpable:
The absence, when you didn’t want them to leave. Just the immediate aftermath—where you left them. It gets carried away in the wind.
palpable things:
bedsheets, zippers, skin, ash, burn-holes.
non-palpable:
Quiet and affection—personal favorites, because they can’t be held on to. And not like that. I do what I can to take them. It’s the difficulty