"bromeliads for ears" - Carly Landa

"bromeliads for ears" - Carly Landa


the gossip of grassland. it rolls over
it folds you. there is nothing left. you
touched me once. it left no mark
except that suddenly all my bones were broken


and still are. the person i believed i was
has never been. the person i believed
i was has never been.the person
i believed i was has never been.


and so i am waiting
for sweetness,  for stillness. the meditative quiet
of waiting rooms. the occasional


birdsong. a dream – like swimming with real dolphins.
our animalhearts venting
like ventilators. i was so old but now
i’m older


and where am i who am i this time.
a simple man? a blanket? probably
a dog. a harvest moon. a soundwave –

 
an owl’s call, the cast net
of a fruitbat. pollinate me. consecrate
me. who am i this time


who hoo who

 

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