I Am All Barbed Wire
We are desert-walking through a rainbow. Start
over. Colored light and bare feet—beware
of cactus spines. And? Days are
reborn so that we may try again, our better selves
shining. I dream of mountain lions halfway up
the mountain. We are halfway up the mountain.
So? Bare your teeth at me, Love.
Forget what you think
you know. Micaceous clay shimmers:
an instant, an impulse, an image
locked. I need new words. If I loved you,
well, that’s my fault. Language can
move. What? I am sadness dressed
for a cocktail party. Is that the fence?
You want to scream. At me. And? That is,
to sandstone, to clay, to dust. Did you see
that flower open? Did you?