Soak Your Tiger Nuts In Water
Whatever our bond–
vomiting, lethargy, seizures
–the way to a woodland
creature’s heart
is through its stomach
I throw grapes at your mouth
Can you be tamed
It is practically impossible.
You need some help
You don’t know I love you
You are scuttling around
With no mama in sight
I want to make you a stew
I want you to be well
Can you lie down
and quit scratching the floor
Here’s some popcorn
For your ennui
Heart palpitations
Noon sweats
For all your Victorian ailments
Overwrought and high-strung
Can you remember–
Wait!
Look at how the sun
hits the trees
and lights up
its crown!
Look at all this Cibola!
Look at this El Dorado!
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That closing image is so good and beautiful! I really enjoyed reading this!
Love the rhythm the stanza length creates.
I just had popcorn for dinner for my ennui- what are the odds?! 🙂
Squawked at the title, giggled at the stew, “you don’t know I love you,” and “can you lie down and quit scratching the floor?”
Love all of this. I was envisioning the wee possum from Marco. We are all just a few grapes away from our wildest dreams.
First, I love the title. Next, the poem draws me in and keeps me in, wrestling with the imagery. Great job, and toss me another grape!