1.
I would like to
tell you it is coming, frost and what
The porch light
does to her
Lawn, it is
midnight and the orchard is almost
Hilarious with
swerve, I am trying
To tell the
truth, so
Far that isn’t
happening, forgive me once again
2.
In truth I
would like to tell you that in the evenings Bernice
Sits in a chair
of red birds, watches
3.
Opera sitting
in glass
Chairs, with their easy reason
D'êtres in
consensus with her fingers, I welcome
As many
interruptions as you need to know me
Crooked as
alphabets and not leaving, like
4.
Cardinals, and
Bernice I have no idea how
Not to be certain
the fruit trees are radios, tell me
How you know
your blood is glowing when your skin is oak
5.
To tell you the
frost is already happening and allow one
Cigarette for
the occasion, on another
Night I would have
Refrained and
would like to tell you I did not let smoke
Touch pavement
or
Birds Bernice, I am trying not to
Tonight through
megaphones of pollen, yours or anyone’s
