in the teen comedy
pregnancy was a metaphor
for an obstacle
& a beginning and the tears
escaped despite
our lifelong
defenses. As if
there’d be no scar …
As if romance
would begin again
& again & the world
retain its blooming
cherries and succeeding
dogwoods the youth
of the day
unrevenged. Envy
is too little pondered
as a human
engine and the future
too open is lashed
shut by a shuddering
wind we take
as punishing
when it’s only the indifferent
wind. Imaginary natives
attending the world
we call local
know every taste
and ripple of each wind
we simply call wind.
In my next life
I will come
with big eyes & wide ears
and nothing will escape
my attention & all the names
will flower on my fluent
tongue, fuckwind.
Today I’ll say
wind is the wind
that winds through
every sharp breath
I’m taken by
”