Tuesday

TUESDAY

Okay enough small fry, I'll take  

a vision, prophetic dream, a hangnail

rogue enough to snag 

the world’s seams. Is there brick 

beneath the vinyl siding, hard-

wood under the laminate floor?  

There's a hundred rolly-polly’s 

when I pull up the concrete

paver, an ancient war between

an earthworm and the light.

The underlife is both rolled tight

and wriggling, missiling out 

from the core. Enough civilian casualties—

I’d like to throw a punch. If that’s

not on the menu today, I’ll take 

an old friend, a warm picnic table, lunch,

and some of that secret sauce, please,

which really brings the flavors out.