corona 17.
corona 17.
dog gods tied goose feathers
to their ears to sing with wren tongues in the scribbly forest there is always
a chance of betrayal there might be a quest monarch butterflies and bees hum
straight up through the cloud layer tomato vine perfume on my elegant hands cat
on the windowsill taking note animals as protectors animals as rippling safe
spaces animals as letters and songs yesterday I found my childhood copy of Charlotte’s
Web moth eaten rat chewed from my time in the known world and dog gods tied
seaweed to their ears to sing with trout mouths and tomatoes clapped their
green hands this morning I rinsed my hair in apple cider vinegar today I’ll scrub
the floors and sing and thank my animal body for crawling out of the fire
4 Comments:
This is one of my favorites so far. I love those singing dog gods.
***marymoon***
outstanding
Thank you!!!
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