all day staying inside listening to a podcast discuss how particles over the Pacific might drift I knew thinking whenever cloud scares me I am not alone my umbrella slept in the closet I placed a few nouns in beautiful cages then let them out touched with my mind the lucky cat asleep in the deli I always scratch his head he slightly raises to meet my hand all over the remains contaminated shadowmen in blue suits that seem ecclesiastical now that science is a religion crawl the emperor everyone has forgotten is speaking no one knows how to be loving and also hope the wind in a certain and not another direction will blow
Copyright © 2012 by Matthew Zapruder. Used with permission of the author.