Baseball Tee Redlake
Jellyfish evaporate in the sun
since they’re 98 percent water.
A group of crows is called
a murder. I learn these things
from my drink caps. Talking heads
quiz me on Imelda Marcos, as if
I know so much about shoes
and paramilitary takeovers. What
makes me so dry? Does a toothpaste
taste like hugs? I can’t tell you
if I’m serious sometimes. And like
a Kandinsky hung from a wood-
paneled TV, I try way too hard.
Just start with wildflowers and end
another way, is what my heart thinks.
Daylights drive me pale, then blue.
by Marit Ericson