“Spring Fling” is a dandelion bouquet picked for someones and left in paper vases around the author’s room. Some of its flowers are brown, while others are coming up roses. Smell to find out which are which. 

— blood —

i laugh

that warm blood

you are

Supposed to feel

during church

i used to

feel it rush

and thought

i was warmer

Darker

 

i came to know

your blood

as water

like mine

but clear

in waves

then streams

 

i’ve never

felt your veins

Only blood

 

i’ve held your

heart in my hand

Only water came out

 

— this laundromat is not a home —

I looked up and I thought the wall would end

I could climb between the wall

And the ceiling

would bathe me

in chipped paint

Or clumps of gray fuzz

like a sponge

Fold me inside the

brick like an

Origami swan

born to

A thousand brick swans

who Cradle me inside

my hole in the wall

like sick mothers

on spring days

Hear the crackle

of big lungs

breathe

dry rot love

sing

a rice-crispy

record of lullabies

too rough to feel

too soft to ignore,

and smell of her

like dryer sheets

or a sugar cookie

— sweet

but all the while

nauseating.

 

 

— spring —

60 degrees

is sticky

my skin

touches its

Skin

Like brave

animals

by the highway

houses melt

the ground cooks

pink

like your tongue

in my cheek

 

— birds —

i do not understand

why feeling

feels

like you

are nesting

inside my lungs

why breathing

feels like waking

slow

why morning

feels like

life

began

with birds

 

i do not want to know

i want to give

birds stones

so they can nest

inside my pocket

 

put your hand

inside my pocket

and feel

Creation

feel soft

brightness

chirp

awake