Cardinal -

book length version.

Screes.

See our cities loping forward and back,

Our exoskeletons, our built stone bones.

Most stone things loess.

Us?

Pangolin, pond and diamond,

rare connections, anchor ice.

Overhead, instead of sky,

I am the young gull, crow-culled,

dying in this tree.

Contrary

 Today,

is it okay?

大丈夫ですか?

Daijōbudesuka?

Yannai.

I gave my dog friend

surimi.

Yes,

he

ate

eight,

though barking, 

said no.

 

I am a minimalist,

delighted by the lucid yellow of a new toothbrush

placed just so

on the cream Corian, near chrome,

a small round mirror above.

That line of sun running out the window.

No bilge, no bulge -

refulgence.