Days and days and days a-hum with pungent sustenance!
Huzzah, they say, to find an eye and go for a swim!
That's how the bastard arrived
In this season of fallen things
you move your play indoors
name the space
left by the groove
of the saw
Being from, for its own sake,
couldn't satiate. Many
reasons for an ash-cloud.
My husband lies beside me
like archeological time.
(The word husband
shimmery as a new purchase,
still chafing a little in my mouth.)
I love you I love you
You waited three days after the gray fits and groans
of the superstorm to leave, as if its broken trees
had paved a woody path to bring everyone home,
Lady Sidewalk leans back on a park bench
and reaches up with both hands
to pull the star blanket down around her.
I follow single file the awkward girl
before me down damp wooden walkways dimly lit
with scalloped strings of incandescent light bulbs
Going on safari in the urban jungle
To hunt and kill my lunch
Washed it down with fruit punch
Waiting for a phone call
To bring news of afternoon deliverance