UNDELIVERABLE
Sometimes you think
about breeding in silence
it’s like dozing
in a concrete armchair
each tooth of reverie
leaves a bite-mark
on your arm or leg
when the rain
is loosened enough
it falls in bracelets
the leaves curl
in your lap
the porch light goes off
you are a green parcel
undeliverable
like a live goat
or the harp in the garage
