Now in the poison mushroom patch,
my brother is bitten by mini white spiders.

I spy below a hamlet!

Children & ribbons,
a melted, lone wax moose,
an owl with graduation cap    (One, two, uh, three!)

I was a deflated tire,
unchanged & dying
in the bushes.
Some fleck of a younger me:   (Rebecca DeMornay)?
Where are all the little dreams
of rigatoni & rye these days?
Of lilacs & concave faces?

Damn this yellow hammer
of doubt—
a back-ordered 
deli sandwich.



Photo By: lorenkerns