There is a place
in this field
where the rabbit
has been caught.
By a hound
and her rough lick.
The rabbit’s heart
became a circus
And the hound could feel
the chest parade—
wanted to taste peanuts
in farmers pockets,
watch children leap
Sleigh of Geese
Let me wear your jacket for the longest time
after I cut my bangs too short
and pin a flower in your pocket.
I tell you if I could do anything
I would grow the longest arms
to scratch the moon because the moon
is my favorite mosquito bite
And you just stand and chew stand and chew
and I suddenly wish I had a sleigh of geese
to nip my ankles pink and make
the ground smell of half bitten apples.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have a picnic in our geese’s shade.
As they huddle together like eggs in a carton,
lazy and watching
you tell me about the people we will grow into
on my neck like a music
raising my arms into the air
like two skinny kites
searching for a gallop of wind.