formy sister

a poem by Stuart Gunter

Ifigured you were up to your eyeballs in alligators

butI’d rather have my eyeballs pecked by chickens,

grazingfresh moth ears as I construct a weir for my

mouth,to catch the words and set them in the sparkling

waterof your face, dark as a hole in the world.

Theseare only mistakes if you leave them alone and fail

totake them up as tools. Live each day like it’s gonna

beyour last: one day you’ll be right--the electric stations

are places to honeymoon, and I declare my instant significance.

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