i'm the dandelion of
empty buses and
mildewed picnic tablecloths the
butter yellow polka dotted
dust storm side-eye in
winter boots on the
first of July the
milk-beaded hollow of one
million individual hairs sliding
like copper rods through balding
half-moon fingernails the
smeary grass-stained window
flash of rubberized earth-
worm ribbons the
five-finger pixie parachute
in the porch roof gutter
clog the
solitary sunny none
flower of ragged
brittle lady
balm the
brainless lion's
nodding noggin the
headless high
king's skinned
knees the
bare maraschino
in the
done
day.
March 5, 2021
