Monday, September 16, 2019




 —THE WORLD IS A LITTLE LESS BEAUTIFUL 

Remember to Exhale

No one will
look up
and so the baby
goats go on dying. 
It’s a bright slaughter
without bleating,
nothing blundered
or salvaged. 
And those broken blades
in your eyes? 
They glisten instead
of weep
while the lost stroller
encircles your ankles again. 
But what is relative and
what is timely, after all? 
What is the difference between
yolked and yoked? 
Somewhere mothers are
stretching their sails. 
Somewhere else embryos shiver
and refuse their bounty
or proffered breast. 
But let’s return
to the baby
goats
before they enter the barn. 
Let’s examine their hooves
and the sacred oil hidden in
the curls of their dull fluff.
Let’s remember to exhale.

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