by Tom Snarsky
The knight asks, stellarly, if he can Cleave gulls into nü shapes W/which to pepper our cracked sky like Mastodon on vinyl, or maybe aging Into a mirror made of teenagers. I flaw Whilst winsome and make breakfast My priority, flowing down the river Of the average workday *completely* Unafraid; listen for speeches, They’re how you know a character Is in love. If you notice the actor Making choices that’s because we Needed that model of how to take A snowflake on your tongue and Shepherd it fully to meltdown. It is Thine, the Renaissance painting of changing My mind, and it predates the invention Of chiaroscuro by ~ -500 years. ____
Tom Snarsky is a math teacher who writes poems. His book Light-Up Swan is now available from Ornithopter Press.