Said
He woke up thinking what he said she said
or was it she said he said
or each didn’t say
the other said
and he said I didn’t say that and she said you did
He woke up thinking what he said she said
or was it she said he said
or each didn’t say
the other said
and he said I didn’t say that and she said you did
This poem is a dog
that shits all over your house.
This poem is the shit
you find ground in your carpet.
This poem is you
abandoning the dog
on the side of the road
where you found him.
Like Christian kids, hopped up on guilt and hormones, looking for a loophole— the bat’s penis is too
nights I was afraid of the moon or spiders or the janitor who was always whistling I’d cross the long
Because I was young and heretical
(I wanted to be a radical) I spiked
trees to save them. This, I was told,
was the right thing to do: each tree
found with a spike ruins the forest
around it. It wasn’t true, of course.
In a dream
someone calling your name
from a far sea. A sign
from Allah. Says the book
of which, oriole, people.