What do you call yourself the morning after?


A basil
plant //
I have
since //
vomited
up // A
burial
ground //
for rabbits //
A micro
scopic //
fungus //
Tell me //
I have
always
looked
like // newly
grown //
grass //
Tetris game //
on your
brothers
calculator //
Even the
mint //
growing
on your
windowsill //
is capable
of acting//
like
a stranger//



Mothian

I wish we'd met while it lived; that it had taught me moth-tongue.


Guoguo

I thought it was better that way, for the cricket to be swallowed & carried inside a body so that it would never know lonely.


Poplar Trees

watch branches swing in a sudden gust and watch the
leaves rip free, hang on air itself: an estranged fruit.