tossed into a crayon stream live frogs
clawing at a trapdoor words from pungent glands
teeth bared quiet sometimes
half of the toast limbo
behind curtains what to think of bulbous swaying
city council just pulling weeds
lined up for a drink the tyranny of cupped hands
crunchy soles how much farther behind pitted clods of sky
an ant candied in birch sap in my hand soap bubbles
a heartbeat scored equals a flushed plea
body matters for mannequins chopped off heads
