“Strawberry Moon”

There's a thing, some sort of

eruption

on my skin

and it

vibrates

every time the autobus bounces

and the chickens flutter

as if, dreaming they are back in their shells,

they want

to be reborn

as eagles or raptors or some undreamt-of symbol

rising

through the bus of the autobus.

There is a blemish,

some sort of eruption

on my skin and boiling beneath Mount Pinatubo.

The day is hot,

and I am dizzy,

as we go around the curve

on this mountainside which has no

guard rails

and never did.