from Spring Storm, Applachia
“The Chinese can guide you to so many things,
but the other side’s not one of them”Charles Wright
the only tattoo I’ve ever wanted is a keyhole on the nape of my neck
an impulse I sat with for a decade
birthed in the shanghai lichen
but I’d consider a mullion instead, drawn by you.
I’ll never wash it off.
I’d like to propose a crime
as close to witchery as I know how
we open with the now I lay me prayer
we close with the Galway Kinnell one
at a grocery store of your choosing
don a crown of hawkweed
we pick out a few organic vegetables
and scan them out as GMO ones
send me a postcard of your alias name
as for the time and the place, this is a mathematics problem for both of us
to solve
without direct nomination by speech or by writing
my dream, too, has been
as you invoke, instantiate, but never say: pay attention.
CR