On Aesthetic Injury
Every wildlife adventurer understands the lure
of spotting a rare creature in its natural habitat.
Like when you’re in an airboat, skimming over
Every wildlife adventurer understands the lure
of spotting a rare creature in its natural habitat.
Like when you’re in an airboat, skimming over
And still I fall back on the garden
like a firebreak, as if its walls might contain
the inferno sweeping through paradise
I’m sick of it being so hot. Where I live it isn’t even as bad as it has been in other parts of the country, but it’s still awful.
Loaves pile up unleavened before the windburnt throng
as Jesus’ groupies count lake trout, and math seems wrong.
I’m gonna see the Barbie movie tonight
because I had a feminist mother who didn’t buy us Barbies
and when I said I wanted to be a nurse, she said why don’t you be a doctor …
…
The collection doesn’t explode
All at once: some bomblets
Lurk and layer
Cyanide on grief