I will name you all
Never mind, I will not name you
715:
Delicious thing,
undying rock,
you are
in the shape of
great hands of something
and 714:
the taste of juniper
and the faint night beneath
713—
well
let’s see.
712 to 643
I bit a hole in my fingerprint
because I’m nervous about the future
We need to find this dog a home
A young pup rings round into himself;
seagull ears wing at the prick of something
indistinguishable
The word ‘encouraging’
reminds me of
the white wrinkled in your fingers
when your hands prune in the tub
The dog nips, the dog snores
He bites my chin
And the sun rises against a satellite dish
that’s one of the few indications
that they day is starting
642 to 608
I’m wearing too many pairs of pants
which is just one
607 to 523
I feel like John Lithgow
is always about to offer me
milk and cookies
When I check my credit score,
I feel like I am pulling
a major
India Jones maneuver
I could spend
the whole day
getting ready
for the whole day
522 to 444
Rain creates purple
I mean purpose
I dream of finding money
a thin was
of four fives
stacked, sticking together
rested (or hidden)
in the bottom
of the back
of a cab
443 to 399
This refrigerator opens only with a password
398 to 392
I can get so sad for myself
and send myself out
into that same day
The sky seems smaller, soft and
plush, in the cold clear grey
lower down, closer to
reaching range
Strangely enough, it’s just one
of those things
you can never touch
This wasn’t
worth it—
a shirt and
a whistle—
whatever
391 to 318:
Hi, my name is
“I am going to leave
for a little while.”
Want me to grab anything
while I’m out?
Haven’t I told you?
I can’t return those,
because I never had them
to begin with
317 to 222
All the tulips look through
the window aside from one
who’s had too much
to drink The stingray is
obscene He’s sad
I’m leaving, so he’s
stress-eating all of
the shrimp that were
from the sea and are now
piled high in the market
Dear dear dog announces
himself and into my
cooking class
The stingray is still
disappointed in himself
and others A small bit of
seablood and saltwater
falls a little in a dribbled
path out of his mouth and
gills and he’s gonna
leave it on his belly for now
Suddenly, the tulips pay
attention to me But
elsewhere, a ficus is
looking for love out
in the wild, stirring in
the heat, hoping for a
husband and some kids
221 to 147
poems are like sausage
and the anxiety attack
I’m about to happen
is a mix of all the wasted
sampler paint in the
Home Depot
where my dad would take me
when he was young
and I was younger
146 to 83
Last night I had a dream that
I was the newest cast member
of SNL
and we performed the episode
in front of a live studio audience
on stage in the cafeteria
of my grammar school
82 to 24
No one is that interesting, and neither are their dreams
23 to 4
Here is a ball, it is resting on a small table in front of you, you are seated, just as the ball is seated, you are still, but ready to move Now I take a cup, holding it to show you that is nothing in it and I raise my eyebrows to indicate you know all that I know which is very little and you nod your head that we can begin even though we don’t know what we’re beginning
3 to 1
I leave you for good luck;
you are not new, you are free, name
yourselves
Leah Clancy is doing dishes in the other room, and might not be able to hear you over the running water.