October 25th 2021
Open onto morning like a blister
– line removed for use in a different poem
The days like grains on grains don’t heap.
A moorhen’s summons calls us to the mornings
of our cells. A suburb of children with scoopnets
in fists disturb the throats of frogs. Frogs throw
their voice with a sound like wet glockenspiels.
Bernadette Mayer writes a duck
flies away / using circles. By
the end of this line, you’ll have a new memory
of wanting to feel the way you felt the day
you wore your first uniform for school.
By the end of this line, you’ll have a new
memory, a new memory of the previous
line. A kid throws crumb, then crumbs, then the whole
bagel at a duck, using circles to give the world flight.