I fantasize about setting mother’s hair on fire.
At the circus, in summer when the air is sweet,
peanut shells in pocket, watching the elephant
flick flies off her ears. Aprons in wind.
She creates a great wind just by breathing.
Gentle soldier with thoughts of the sea and
how it doesn’t matter like kissing someone when they’re asleep.
I wish I could take it back.
But awe is too big for my body and no one seems to notice
for somewhere a child is being shot from a cannon
and a field mouse is caught in the teeth of the three legged mutt.
Sarah Levine recommends "Jean Adler" by Rachel Glaser at Barrelhouse Online.
(For December at Everyday Genius, contributors were asked to recommend something elsewhere on the Internet.)