in the heart of the moony waters
the dust calcified on eyes
might have a speck of a chance
to let well enough wash away
to be so up close is to become invisible 
to pass by each other 100 times over and over
is to want to stay a table away
but there’s a chance to change angles
every now and again
and actually with every breath 
I remember 

Kangaroo Vine

I used to wonder all the time

about the houseplants you grew

in the window of your studio

or how long they'd been there

climbing the bookshelves

hidden under years of dust

lovers of all creeds

layered one on top of the other

peering down and dangling

studying your body

the way it had changed or stayed the same

since the last time you'd loved them

like you were loving me

natural history

1.

 

I was a real dog

naked and snarling by the river

everyone loved it

they were in love

with me, the dog

 

I don’t remember the name of this river

(do rivers have names)

yes they do

(but are they named by people)

yes they are

 

I was another animal

naked and yowling

by another river

whose name I don’t know

 

there was nobody there

to love it

except the river

whose name I don’t know

 

 

2.

 

I was an ancient man

those were my instructions

I needed exact change

for the bus

but I didn’t know

how any of this shit worked

 

 

3.

 

I returned to my river

I removed all my cloth

I saw a duck floating by

on the current

 

Hey buddy, I said

he just looked at me

 

and said

Good day, sir.

 

 

4.

 

people aren’t people

anymore

now they’re animals

it’s better this way

much friendlier

 

 

5.

 

every day I wait

for breakfast

to reveal itself