THIS MOMENT OF PEACE

She was the one they meant

when they said too many mouths

and she ate elsewhere in the garden during a lightning storm

so they wouldn’t know they fed her

That’s why it’s called a salad 

she said with proud low teacher voice

because it’s a little bit of everything

everything being the discarded scraps 

Who here is the real puppy

What’s it like in that nose hole

Does it smell like the land

or the flag of the land waving like a skin flap

What’s it like to be here

What’s it like to be her adenoid

that crawls out covered in sunscreen strokes her hair

and says if you cover your face a little more 

no one will know how old you are

Her whole fruit market no ribbons or price gouges

crawls on all fours

actually on elbows so crawls on sixes 

Go where the finger points to the good grass and right pop

down to the original wood

a place where they say circle for an eight count

Dress without weather in mind only femininity 

Most women are associated with a color but not her

A white bra? Pat the air

If she gets lonely she can host a press conference

Do you walk with confidence or do you walk plain

into the challenge of never laughing