The illusion comes and goes and I don’t deny
I almost see them as ‘real’—all of them, the bear
inside the man inside the bear.
I’ve been reading an obituary
The lonely gannet of Mana Island
Who fell in love
With a concrete statue
The woman took a small knife out of her apron pocket and held the blade to the goat’s throat. Do you want to be responsible? What’s twenty pulas to you? You are a rich American and this is just a poor Botswana goat. Have you no heart?
feel the earth whinny and stomp
I imagined climbing the Everest of his body, perching on the top of his belly like a sexy squid, dangling my breasts over the shelf of his face like fishing lines.
voices chorusing woods and fields, ringing
off the stone walls she runs beside, light
and fleet, silent as new snow falling through
Even a person like you, paddling away in your outrigger canoe, counting strokes and plotting interviews with fans (or, contrariwise, splitting your proud bow on a sharp rock and girding … Continue reading