from the Series of UNcollected Poems

The Peat Moss Wrapped and Eye-hooked the Root

A barnacle stole the shape of a petal
and shook the lens free
(a weave of hanger-ons.)

The spigot and snag of the thing
was that a doorknob nicked the wall,
pirouetted into the putty, knocking
the window shade out of its groove
a coil bounced off the sash
and I forgot to oil the balustrade.

The iron and its switch don’t get along.
The radium laminate doesn’t help,
it forms tinfoil jewels,
and crystal hinges
with thumbtack crescents
leaving us: glass & glass.

I will wipe the beads from your forehead.

first appeared in Anemone Sidecar: Chapter Two

(for Rebecca xo)