Antibody by Daniel Poppick

Judy’s window twinkles with primer
I sleep in headgear tailored for saints
Films about animals shine on the ceiling
A crab beams through our hair
The meadowlands are fragile with stealing
They wave their blades in green complaint
Day is a doorbell fucked with error
We have grown tight in the sun
Rivers fatten with animation
And light repairs to a thicket of guns
They do the police with genuine feeling
A factory gathers behind the rain
I salute the logical weather
Judy’s window twinkles with paint