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
a back-ordered deli sandwich.
Photo By: lorenkerns