edgewise
Bluelighter
carrying the firewood your
arms out stretched in
the firewood carrying position
there are splinters and
im telling you
to be tough and laughing
at the spiders
sprung from their dark
place
under the stairs
and on
to your bare brown arms
as cruel as the sun
the grass in the yard
burnt by august
i revolve around you
raking, bending, lifting, rolling
the wheelbarrow up
the path, the firewood
is stacked by the door, the weeds go
behind the tree where
no grass grows anyway
you say
because the soil is too acidic!
and you sound like
our father
and you do everything
i ask you to
i squeeze my thumb
around the nozzle of the hose
its one of the things our
father
taught me so i do it
watering the dead grass
and the too acidic pine
just to be with
and see
the spray flies up and over
the dog, flicks you up your back
salem barks, these sounds
and your quick bare feet running
toward the pool, sappy
pine needles
sticking to their pink soles
dispersed
in the splash
as you jump into the water
arms out stretched in
the firewood carrying position
there are splinters and
im telling you
to be tough and laughing
at the spiders
sprung from their dark
place
under the stairs
and on
to your bare brown arms
as cruel as the sun
the grass in the yard
burnt by august
i revolve around you
raking, bending, lifting, rolling
the wheelbarrow up
the path, the firewood
is stacked by the door, the weeds go
behind the tree where
no grass grows anyway
you say
because the soil is too acidic!
and you sound like
our father
and you do everything
i ask you to
i squeeze my thumb
around the nozzle of the hose
its one of the things our
father
taught me so i do it
watering the dead grass
and the too acidic pine
just to be with
and see
the spray flies up and over
the dog, flicks you up your back
salem barks, these sounds
and your quick bare feet running
toward the pool, sappy
pine needles
sticking to their pink soles
dispersed
in the splash
as you jump into the water
