I sprang up from white dust
onto the shore & my mom calls me the Lying Cat—
I tell the truth whenever I’m awake.
I walked to the place where
everything sunk beneath the boardwalk
and pumped water out of a dead tortoise’s lungs.
If I punch his chest, I wondered:
would his soul creep back into his heart?
I couldn’t care for anything at that age.
Now I drive Cadillacs into expanding skylines
and with crusted fingernails,
dig my plastic shovel to find sand dollars
but it’s all empty.
Last week, I thought:
(I see a wilderness for you and me)
but that wasn’t very original
Tomorrow I’ll curtsy on flashing meteorites
and court double winged men on Mars.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
I sprang up from white dust
onto the shore & my mom calls me the Lying Cat—
I tell the truth whenever I’m awake.
I walked to the place where
everything sunk beneath the boardwalk
and pumped water out of a dead tortoise’s lungs.
If I punch his chest, I wondered:
would his soul creep back into his heart?
I couldn’t care for anything at that age.
Now I drive Cadillacs into expanding skylines
and with crusted fingernails,
dig my plastic shovel to find sand dollars
but it’s all empty.
Last week, I thought:
(I see a wilderness for you and me)
but that wasn’t very original
Tomorrow I’ll curtsy on flashing meteorites
and court double winged men on Mars.
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