I AM A NATURAL WONDER
I’m moving to the cloud on December 1st.
So I can spot the clear cell on a cloudy day.
I let the whale’s eye out of the jar.
We can’t be here anymore.
Sometimes enough of what happens
is news folding in on itself under
the northern hemisphere. The placement of my ladder
is the northern most of the ladder. I climb my glasses
to polish them. I climb my daughter to hold her
steady. She keeps her blond wig from blowing
away. Unleash the whale, pull the whale
teeth out of your mouth like fog, like a new
kind of cloud we can live on.