1.
o you electric honeybees
kissing in the clover and sun
i want to learn to be more like
you my afternoon heroes but
instead i am thinking what good
to vacuum the flat
i could be writing
i could be braiding my hair or
any number of things i should do
dear world
teach me how to love
what i should not do
teach me how to love the greater purpose of nothing
and how to coax it in
to my fragile hands
which all this time have been
honeystung
2.
o clover
be my bed
be my blanket
i know one day i will come for you
but there are thousands of flats to vacuum
first there is my whole life
clover i will kiss you from beneath
as if i love you
and after all i do
as if we are naked and free in the sun
and after all by then we will be
3.
o as for you
everything
do i really have to live you
with acrylic hooker green
and cadmium yellow deep
can i not just cut to the chase
the clover and the bumbling
goldenrod not the hum of the vacuum
and the blender and the car but of
the process of pollination
your fundamental lovemaking
no after all first i suppose
i have to prove to you that i am
devoted
dedicated
like the lincoln memorial
i will represent you to a thousand summers
if you will let me
4.
there are holes in everything
i will not be able to sew up
the bookshelves my own stupidity
croque a monsieur everlasting love
my dislike of capers my taste for olives nevertheless
i am not a seamstress
i am just here to take a few notes
before the children of my ribs are born
bright granite and anthills
the hum of summer
little girls babbling as they always have
clover and daffodils
5.
before all this permanence
i have just enough time
to reupholster my chair
knit the worlds largest sweater for a giant
fall in love fall in love fall in love
write a song with the lines
something something something la la la
plant zinnias in all fifty states
in russia and bhutan
oh break my own legs a few more times i guess
jump off a few trains and lose my cap
but most of all
yes
6.
when we first moved here the sound
of the dumpster lid slamming
shut drove me nuts
every time someone put their trash out
bwang
but now i love it
in its own way
it has become the analog heart of brightness
-Tay
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