Trust me, she is a genius.
Closer is a look. Worse.
Lizard stares through the khus bundle.
Bright pomanders.
Tangerine tongue.
People eat quietly on the table.
These people don’t know
their beauty
and would like to be told.
I learn about a new color,
Azure.
Rain is of the beautiful.
Lizard only hides in the rain.
I stopped
talking
too much
in poetry.
I break more
lines
than
before.
A man with good taste in everything
told me
that
I don’t know where
to end.
He has come to know
that I know the world
just
through the magazines.
So, I fear.
“For something like a drum
you must use a word
like
dilapidated.
You tear
flowers and papers.
You don’t tear the drums.”
You look at abandonments two years
after.
The look is closer.
You save things and keep looking.
Lizard falls down
from the bundle.
