the pedestal of the sphinx
how far back into new grass must we push
our heads in order to read the black letters
impressed on the sky. more. I can decipher
a stuttering m without crying. I can hear
the creak as the screen door opens on an
amphibian mind. icy water floods my
mouth for the first time since autumn. I
burrow my nose in stones. thus I am only
privy to the last act of the negotiation. but I
will say this — I have not smelled such
greed since before the mountain burned.
Posted 07/30/12