at
the checkout with my ebook
there were thirty five thousand photos
I had posted on facebook in
five years
so when you saw them all in the one place
as a book it
had this effect of restating where
my gaze went
each day as the world turned
it was the garden until the sky bore down into the bones
my B cells bombarded with a bitter poison slowed
that wrong thinking outpour of antibodies so
came a slew of selfies
the uncertain face of one given to a
steroid habit
of ballooning
facing off the moon for roundness
I am looking narrating
what cannot be estimated
it is the dog years next
above the mandarin tree the moon hangs less a slice
Kerri - this is fabulous! Love it - full of wonderful stanzas - love the one "I am looking narrating, what cannot be estimated" ... Really love this piece.
ReplyDeleteOh thank you Kristen, you are catching me beguiled with your own work at the moment I have to say, so I am delighted that you like it. I have gotten my writing room back and it is really making work so much more enjoyable!
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ReplyDeleteless a slice
less a mime
at the checkout
with my chook
the cashier
cannot figure
the change
Love it.
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