Climbing in Cupboards
The last dinosaurs are sleeping here and the
superbest mutest bluest
feeling means so little
in the face
of where we’re going
Hunger is temporary
disappearing in the morning or earlier
as soon as you take your first bite of light
The supermarket feeds on
your inability to feed yourself
I am glued to my
house
When the sky was falling you felt like that
so very close to the floor
and belonging there
To sleep with
your head on the sill as
though you’re staring out
the window won’t fool anyone
They will know you’re looking inside for something
in dreams
The wait for everything is a
nervous wait
nopullnopushnobreeze
I am a wolflet
and the moon means something
The opposite
of summer shade or nuclear
shelter or memorylessness
illumination of your dark parts but only partially
