Enormous earrings are heavying
my head
bangs are shadowing
my eyesight
furthermore I’ve forgotten the art of
the gritty rhyme I see colored motes vaguely
not particular stuff
rubber ducks robots and tigery
shopping bags I wish an eyeful
of fresh air filled
not loaded a truffle
or two of profundity’s okay
for a cat or something as for me
a little cloud sun on the mossy fun
From Early Works by Alice Notley. Copyright 2023 by Alice Notley. Reprinted with the permission of Fonograf Editions.