Friday, March 17
SELF-PORTRAIT NOT LOOKING
i should have been the clover not the revolver the hero throws at the monster after shooting it six times didn't work i should have been the shirt of bees the mousetrap not the tree skirt not the smell of horses the florist not the flowers on this table great orange blooms splashing upward through eruptions of white lace & fern i should have been this moon-gagged star-frightened night not the bowl of drizzle a little bit of rain nowhere to go
(Jay Hopler)