Tuesday, May 9, 2023

Michael Rickman

 





The Poem Said

The poem said
that sunlight back there is the only thing
I like
Let’s pour it back into starter beds or leave it on the sill for neighbors or
  for later
A grassy smell in the kitchen

Lidocaine floats
the fringed tulips in a crease and that’s the morning
There’s so much to look forward to
Big bowls of cereal
A tonal shift in the fertilizer

Later automatic ramen and a Coke
You can start anywhere it doesn’t really matter
Flowers on the table
breathe sugar
The skylight in the dosage doesn’t

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