re-vision: there is every fold for you to change

you’re the only one to be
with you the whole way
please
introduce yourself
a tour guide
changing nametags
origami forehead
and everything else
everyday
until the oxygen thins
along with your feathers
and your red uniform vest
turns carnation
spit incandescent

what wind whipped your eyes in that shiny way?

what went past your head those winters

if we shaved the crust of this world
how much dust would encase our beatitudes
how many layers do we conceive solid
and convince
to melt?

why are questions arbitrary
and how are pumpkins
like punctuation?
where can i produce
a radish and a head
of lettuce

remember when you ate that wrench
then rushed off to be
your brother

nothing makes senses
senses make things
up all the time
five am
the sunrise
a temporary tattoo
a scratch ticket
a wingspan
and her feathers
fade with latitude

first vermillion,
then summer