"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