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

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