The third miracle
Get the monster out of your body
---Patti Hansen
something's not right
sky hidden behind an ominous slick
my face has slid onto the dash
the cats float
their shiny pads illuminate the night
a poisoned retinue
chafes
remind me how we arrived on this island
did we fly or swim
my body transparent
are we orphans now
who will take in the mail
thickets perfume the verge
drift toward a lighted caravan
in silk slippers and a course necktie
watch slap slip behind a painted curtain
it's not how I was conceived
management has closed the museum
wings untether from the lacquered passenger pigeons
see
they are flying toward the speckled windows
we fall back into their angelic arms
rise into the dusty light
2 comments:
Such images!
thank you.
X B
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