Throwing Rocks at a Mountain
Jellyfish tangles of sun dance
like a burning scar; a coyote
wrings out the linen-like neck
of some small, dead thing.
I am looking into a painting
someone claims is something
you can see in this world
but promised beauty isn’t without price
and I’m checking the tags.
I am living in the unintentional
bomb-shelter of the body.
I am yanking out each
stout cactus of black tooth
from my mouth. I am coyote-cooing
at the moon moon with three eyes,
bursting with buckshot.
I am stealing time clinging
to the steel minute hand,
feet dangling above
the retrose spines of strangers’ smiles.
Draw me into something I can believe in —
an eclipsing black tongue of truth.
”Throwing Rocks at a Mountain” is a poem that I wrote in 2019. It was published in The Fruit Tree Mag, which you can read online.