[Some days one day every day I am over like the]

Some days one day every day I am over like the

                        plover or the roses but nothing seasonal

           the rose gets to hide in a bud stroke noses spike others

some days I want to speak to

others confess how much I hate computers with their

                        gaudy square teeth that hurt people with their

            fangs their words but only thank you please sincerely come

out of my mouth my lips with

its false color and old etchings how tiresome to spend

                        a lifetime buttoning things how I wish

             to unbutton the moon from the tar sky and stick my

tongue out at the neutral mute

I once had a book called Nobody’s Perfect but

                        some people are perfect so each night

             I sew my daughter’s bear over and over her

lucky bear loved for its nubs and