REGULAR BOG

 

The world, as far
as I could see,
was a special
delivery left
on the front porch
of the earth.
Pink. Grey.
Tiny day.
Forgettable,
the way you wish
your entire
experience
carving arrows
into trees
for the state
park could be.
A larger
than average
spider crawled
across Lou’s ankle,
making him feel
like a corner
of a garage, which
made you feel
like a homeowner
too nervous
to help this thing
you love
become better.
It’s complicated,
how you can want
to put the apple
slice into
your mouth
but also to
say the word
regarded
to the rain cloud,
your dinner guest.