Practice the animal
No, really. It’s an exciting
place. To live in the bodily
functions. Your breath. Your
piles of what goes in must
come out. So fed, make
gambol the Monday m.o.
Even slower. Practice
the animal. Do si do. Be-
tween stall and field. Now all
kinds of hide and when something
goes wrong, it’s okay to bawl.
There are no get rich quick
schemes here. Straw is the
answer. The stems of various
cereals make a sweet dead
bed. In the quiet hours, plait
a hat. Or a beehive. Lesson:
It’s never the what.
It’s always the how
now brown
eyes.