Multiple Organisms
With respect to father,
and the rabbit in the yard,
the farther we could get away,
get “outta here,” the talking squirrel
said, though barely, because of his wounds
the more we’ll get out of
all those other miles.
I rested my hand on my chin,
unwove all the tassels in his hair.
I see, I see, I said.
And all those miles are clearer
now before me. It’s like I’m awake
no, like I’m dreaming.
Then a girl with nothing but a
house dress covering her skin
lay in the yard
hungering toward us, us hungering
from the door to her.