One night, wanting a bite
of the adventure pie,
the colt trotted me
into the gully. The great
historical significance
of the word limoncello
appeared before us.
A single cup of water,
it is said, once quenched the thirst
of my entire town.
How the world happened
to be watching,
I’ll never know.
I’ll just putter over
to the rabbit hutch
for a lesson
in obscurity.
I’ll head up
the very long driveway,
which is yours,
and ask for sweet tea.
The hardwood floor
makes a misaligned back
into something
like a goblet.
It’s like
a mini storage unit—
the way your cheeks hold the sunlight.
 
 
 
WITCHITA
 
 
 
 
Now, bromine
is a fun
name for an element. Face
framed by
kaleidoscope makes
me think
of a wagon
hitch, but I am not
available
 
for any
 
fast riding. I comport myself
 
like an ornamental
wooden tray
 
when I carry around
this romance
 
novel. I have two
eyes I use
 
to watch
the acrobats.
 
The faucet is a disappointing
pigpen.
 
I have a cherry crepe, hi.