Grasshopper ~ Merlin June Mack

I feel it in my non-opposable 

thumb – the left hand that can’t hold 

Chekov’s gun. 

I’ve grown none the wiser than 

your lingering eyes on my 

shoulders – James Dean and Jack 

Simmons postmortem 

last kiss. 

Last night was a salmon’s tragicomic

first breakfast. 

Baby who’s never seen me with a solo cup.

Risking the organism to throw my head back 

and laugh.

I let the hennin fall onto the arcade carpet while 

holding court in a karaoke bar. 

Let’s go out and tell everyone about

Ezekiel seeing the wheels.

Throw that halo into the mountains.

Watch it come back.