i keeps sponging it all in

by blake ellington larson

bouncing emblems from east to west
tracing pigeons against cement

my fire-side eye-lines look up and down
and red all over

my vision-depth is curve-ular at best
only didn’t bring a camera


my hurricane alley showdown
walks postcard feet on cut streets

i brought europe’s purrs and some bags of fodder
so’s i could make new friends

learnt curls would unfurl like
fingernails soothe spines like

a bottle of wine and a polaroid