I think my hummingbird has a transistor
\nRadio in its heart, that it\u2019s turquoise, and
\nPicks up all the marbles from the garden,
\nTo pile them along the windowsill
\nAs though such things ripen. His spider
\nThread tongue shines, sugar-glazed
\nAs he drinks from the feeder.
\nWhere best to wrap an Ace bandage
\nIs not an illegitimate question, if it\u2019s quiet,
\nQuiet as your brother by the pool
\nWith one smile. I stand in the sun
\nTurned brown by the smell of chlorine.
\nThe ice thunkles in the round orange
\nPlastic cup that has, on its surface,
\nThe dimples of an orange, and leaves
\nAnd orange vines, though oranges
\nDo not have holes for drinking.
\nThere is something I am not telling
\nMyself that seems nearly a taste
\nWith no flavor, but somewhere
\nIn there are pumpkins, vines, vials
\nI pretend I still have from the burned
\nHouse where the black racer flashed
\nOnce through the tall dry grass
\nAnd the dog\u2019s heart burst bright scarlet
\nOn the black of Cossawattee Drive,
\nAnd I carried home a clutch of glass
\nNecks to hide. I thought of them
\nAs the medicine, though they were old.
\nThe shoulder skin of a box turtle is so
\nSoftly dry\u2026there is a human place
\nLike that. It is not wanting. We looked
\nThrough mother\u2019s things, as though they,
\nUnder the correct sun, might melt and
\nBecome twin lenses. Where is the secret
\nTo the moon bottle, and why white
\nGloves on the men and women both?
\nBefore the storm smells like a gun
\nHas been shot, just once, and then
\nLike many. The peonies that I didn\u2019t
\nPlant jowel out and hang in that
\nYear\u2019s spring as though my head would
\nStare itself under grass. These hoists
\nPassing themselves off as singing
\nBubbles of the heart? Well now,
\nI\u2019m not, and you\u2019re not, that unselfish.
\nA safety pin is not safe inside itself,
\nThe screen is made of space not wire,
\nAnd no knife ever unfolded alone.
\nThose aren\u2019t knives in your hands, was said
\nTo the man setting his beard on fire. And:
\nBut don\u2019t sit at the edges of tall buildings,
\nIt might seem wrong, as though you\u2019d
\nJumped. I am not going to say,
\nHere is a small round screen, go
\nHave a dog with it, bet on big pancakes,
\nDelectate your teeth edges against cheap
\nBeluga caviar. Oh sure, they used to ask
\nMy name in that cave sometimes and I
\nKnew the bartenders, one by drink alone,
\nHer hair was gin-colored. O father, why
\nHave I forsaken you? I forgot to change
\nThe liquid sugar during this twilit afterward
\nAnd so the cold soaked hummingbirds can\u2019t
\nFuel their peppercorn hearts. I have more
\nNutmegs in the silver-capped bottle
\nYou gave me than I will use in the
\nCourse of my life. These birds, tiny
\nAnd fierce, their chests puff smaller
\nThan one nutmeg. A static that
\nComes in through the swaying green
\nWall over and over and into the oaks,
\nAll six, seems less friendly to the wind
\nThan whoah, the long flutey fart my pit
\nBull just puttered along the woven
\nSymbols of the Hamedan carpet
\nWhere he curls like my hand in sleep,
\nA gray-bearded brindle lima bean.
\nHe is not the beautiful error
\nHis eye grows too weak to find.
\nNor does his comma cover it.
\nIn another room where we will go
\nSix jars of green peas are split
\nAnd dry but fresh as cream.
\nThe rice and beans, too, seem
\nEspecially mine in this cool
\nCleaned house tonight.
\nOutside something is going on.
\nIt\u2019s hard to say what it is. Either
\nTwo men are talking to each other.
\nOr one man is talking to himself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I think my hummingbird has a transistor Radio in its heart, that it\u2019s turquoise, and Picks up all the marbles from the garden, To pile them along the windowsill As though such things ripen. His spider Thread tongue shines, sugar-glazed As he drinks from the feeder. Where best to wrap an Ace bandage Is not […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":95,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":[]},"categories":[320,322],"tags":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"\n