9.06.2021

In Which the Poet Requests Guidance

 

Raise your hand

if you’ve been where I am headed

because I do not know

this no-footed cat

or any of these boxes

full of promises


The air breathes different here

but it is still still

I do not know tenterhooks

which might be like eggshells

and I am almost out

of eggs


This latest place

is already taken

so I will keep on wish-packing

but if you’ve already been

where I am headed

please let me know