IN WATAWAGAH

in Watawâgah
my mind became metallic
my thoughts—incommunicable

I muttered to myself,
‘Resounding wheels,
jeweled wheels,
I never knew!...’

the universe is a ballroom.
Here people come to
lusty
conclusions—
I am missing words

in Watawâgah
phrases tried to take over my mouths—
I had two of them, mouths

the nose of my belly
the gold of my mind
the legs of my mustaches—I was a man
within a man

in Watawâgah
the sky was crying into a lake.
A fisherman told me,
‘Take my daughter with you,”
but did she want of me?

my hopes—
they would shrink,
but…

‘Yes,’ the girl said,
my mind became metallic
my thoughts—incommunicable

I was everywhere
I was all the time
I kept my eyes under my arms
my dreams had fingers

...and the finger tips
and the nails
ha! ha!

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[Picture: in Watawâgah by reading_is_dangerous]