Today's poem is by Elisabeth Workman
Once Upon a Time I Was
meow meow every year
till an unknown number of elders
possessed by some copacetic Chronic
earn some extra income to swim
in perfect ecstatic harmony with
a slow Saturday afternoon.
this plot of perseverance sprays
like pleasure boats across
inept domesticity. Obviously
being human, it is awkward.
Once upon a time, moving indefinitely
along an edge implied tiny
wild kittens escaping PBS
fear of radioactivity
flickering glandular affluence.
Ancient glaciers oozed light
through the general living room
of America, while an Amish person
in a dark moment considered
low-rise skinny jeans and a dolphin
escaped persecution to form
a unique but purely hypothetical
community full of frolic-like
empathetic aftersex plasma light.
These early bodies exploded
violently. In their wake
a vast overriding rule which
we felt as warmth and later
a junkie's whisper-soft script
dealt with via white cats
behind wavy glass.
Snow on one side, the other
chopped up. Once upon a time
I was born in the ground.
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