paper lizards

 

 

after she stumbles we both stop 

it’s a tack she says picking up that tiny blue I guess kids are pulling them down she stretches to the top of the board reinserting the construction paper lizards leer and form orange-tongued hisses I nod I get it I understand

there are days when the air is so full so heavy with voices sound words metal simply pops out reptiles fall down little feet crush what gluesticks stuck together it’s hard to hear to feel your own lungs breathe you just walk on 

please save all the data to the disk

if there’s a penguin on the tray it’s snowing but no one has coats when the bell rings this isn’t a talking time we are quiet mice yet syllables rise syllables fall consonants and high-pitched vowels melt together on our tongues

the cafeteria will furnish bagged lunches

green papers wave now everyone turn face the building we don’t know we don’t get the message but what does it matter lead us back to our seats to the carpet quickly quietly now everyone sit down now everyone      breathe

the last person in closes the door





wordle 291


 

red rover

 

I dare you to
 
remember the blue
grass our bare
feet that kid
cooler than we’d
ever be parked
in his trans
am still
 
waiting on
waiting on
the thunder

 
remember
those sec-
onds stolen
between
the street
lights and
time it’s time
to go it’s
time
 
to go home
 
I
dare
you
I
dare
you
 
send tommy
right over

 

 


PAD #8 (dare)

carrot cake

 

I wish that I had
never
you don’t know one-
tenth of all
of this
 

what will it take for you to trust
what will it take for you to believe
 

remember when you knew
that fairies live in the mossy
crooks of trees
that lions just can’t wait
to be king
 

that’s what I mean
when
I tell you the
truth

that’s what I wish for
again
when
you blow out those
candles

 

 

 

PAD #5 (vegetable)

departure

by the time you read this, I will have rolled off the cliff and into the sea. when they speak of me, they will speak of a hill. they will speak of a river, thick and slow with its own gravity. they will not understand why the gentle, leveling slope was not enough. they won’t know that since the day I was born, I’ve never been able to capture my own moon.

 

a knock at the door —
these old bones that just won’t
go

 

 

 

PAD #4 (departure)