Get Out Of Here, Ghost
All these days were real. Before hunting season
we met on the courts, in manicured gardens,
next to man-made water. This whole time I
was deep sleeping. I was packing the dirt in
and being happy. Looking inside a python I saw
two tracts of digestion. Outside. Outside is
an obvious danger. Gun and killer kind. At
night they come in and we battle them back
out. Get out of here. Get going with your
pitchforks. In wedding season we talk
colors. We talk delicate and scalloped.
How it is only human to have the fontanel.
Yes, make an ancient signal to carry over
all the side of the ocean. If no, send creepy
letters to your most annoying friends. Be
a mistress, or a lost sister coming back.
Aristotle
In a tundra space I’m conserving energy
With my rice rations. Which tundra?
Where are you? Why are you so humpbacked?
Hunting destroys lives. Spears flying, you
Are not loving on animals. You are not
Rubbing their fur. I’m forgetting more
Than you.
I’m foraging more than you. This body
Accepts things over and over. Like those
Triplets growing at the same time. But
After Thanksgiving, abortion seems rational.
All that warmth, all that holiday. No wonder
People pull over in severe blizzards. I hope
Your breast milk aids in the survival of my
Hypothermia.
Future Weather
In the future someone always loses. The arsonist killed it
last night! We slept by the front door and listened.
I warmed my hands by the light of fire and waited.
Huge ugly satellites flew over us constantly, they were
predicting our downfall. They were collecting some
information. Spy satellite! My neighbor slinked around
in my housecoat. I was the weird person to be friends
with. Do not fear me, small angry children. I was once
just like you.
