Today's poem is by Amanda Nadelberg
The open mouth moves to the field,
uncovers lost teeth and little white
birds taking notes on talking.
In this way and barely, the grass moves
with intention. Strong indications
of the mouth, I will still shower,
which is good. The maps now stuck
in the tallest grass, you will stay
until everything's over. Having beat
the rain, the country is different
for absence. Sympathetic ass, you
will wait. Without any edges the light
is slow, without teeth, never mind. It is
just too bad. Waking children from
anything, the sun keeps going and our
people go back to the supposed farm.
Nature abhors a vacuum, and I say things
because I'm going to lead you to a place and
when we get there it will be so sad. Like you won't
be able to find your feet, and we are small
animals. We could have that in common,
if you'd try being kind. We are a lot of
clapping here. So you don't like flowers?
Fine. Hideous people can have each other,
I don't care. I just don't want to be
the assassin. It would kill the mice.
Copyright © 2012 Amanda Nadelberg All rights reserved
from Bright Brave Phenomena
Coffee House Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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