Jars

call me after a poet -
we live to patch it all into a small space
don't we
if solomon had a song
mine is as good

name me an angel
because too much communication isn't
always a gift

six slices of toast
and three kinds of cereal -
i take all my choices
because i have every choice there is in the world

you're no scarier than god
to me
you don't have to pretend to understand
to me
little blot that makes everything

turn this photograph life on its side
so i can feel its outsides
these spell experiences, cough up
carpet dust to be tidied

i might have felt things too -
so name me.