2 Feb 2005, 4:52am
Writing
by David


Getting High at the Methodist Campground

The airplane smells so good I say you look up
surprised that I’ve noticed / anything
you’ve twirled
your hair around a stick / stuck that
in the ground

and in your jacket / your thighs open
briefly / ladybirds the way
butterflies go and go and go

you’ve been biting your nails / and opinions
spinning your hands
over anything dry enough
to start / I’ve been calling you / Thyme
and tinder
we have no flint

This is what I feel
I say / I say as if pulling
my shirt up / I want you to
Push /
the scar

There’s nothing / there but the seam
you’ve made / breaks
open like a capsule