Miniscule, I move
around, around a caged gurgle
Goose! Does the gander know
In the rounded evergreen, stymied,
earthly–a necromancer on hold.
The xylophone mammal is woman!
Gentleman gander! You’re lamenting,
in all of this we keep our differences
opulent. I keep a kaleidoscope,
in the blood.
Eyes on the rifle.
*This poem inspired by [exercises] Hoa Nguyen’s Lorine Neidecker workshop Summer 2013