learning to wake up
open the doors and listen to the words
my eyes have seen you randomly comes on
like you, sometimes hiding behind the dark glass
silently lurking in the sidelines
...
what to wear on specific toad warming occasions
how, like a gardener, being there
to walk like irma la duce
lip smear of blurry slurry looking west
tinman of marching daydreams
squeaky knees of klinking clamdiggers
whereforeartthou, skinny bean of green?
i knit one, purl two, i look over at you
afraid i would strangle you
with my need to learn to fly and spit
how to drive the fireflies insane
catch the dying embers of fluttering wings
i am learning how to not feel,
feel, so in love with that view of you
wrecklessly flying by or crawling along-