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Journal of Nerves

I mean it this time          a star
   is merely a star because we say so
   things fall down
   things come back
It has been raining four days
The roads and busses full
   heavy drops
A new radiator
                              basil in the kitchen
                              a hankering to paint something
                              liven it up
I'm craving the moon again
          or the fool
                              a small souvenir for my pocket
                              a song in my step
The opposite sex, the one across from me, staring out or down
          or with
          yes, that's the one
I want to feel a new mouth, new hair
          new ideas
Sometimes it's a smell                    clean laundry
sometimes it's a colorful wall, graffiti intense
and then
sometimes
it's the pigeon in the rain gutter
          solid, dependable
          as her baby boy grows strong
          Heavy as motherhood
                    —in her eyes—
                    That's the world
                    Birth               and
                              feathers in your mouth