Sunday, April 1, 2012
Twin girls throw balls of bread at the blue heron standing in the lake. One woman wears a shirt that says “Property of Jesus,” another wears a shirt that says “Je t’adore.” Pink hamburger slime. Ammonia on the heaven sent, on where we went. Disinfectant. Move six stones to the left. War trope, Vietnam-era helicopter, heliotrope. This is my token of friendship. By the end of this poem, the heron will fall over on his side and die.