GLASS OF MY DAYS

 

I see a woman feed her dog
in her kitchen window
and love her for it
 
My partner’s dog thinks the window’s a door
the washing machine, 
a semi-truck
 
If she were a general in a war,
she would be a bad one

I spot someone in the moonlight
but it’s just the moon

In a glass jam jar
bacteria assemble
IKEA furniture

(Behind the toilet
oh cloroxless hand of god)

The swingset, the locomotive
the back 9 the sprung trap
the way a gold field hurts
how wheat wants you to be threshed with it
 
The nap happening in the knapsack
of the lost little bee
 
The mattress, cold then warm