Cleek

Once again, arable. Awake to tensions
rooting through: Distractibility's

cattail wag. Bits that wayside and cleave.
The window's heat-lamp of what-ifs, a rictus

of awe (read: hunger with nothing
hung on). These, my clock tines, my ribsy

evenings. I would like to cobble together
a pittance, so green, so good, to keep, for you.

Afraid of the fraud of my wonderment, its
staleness (tick, tick). The littles that become

whether you're watching or elsewhere. The aposexic
brushpopper eyes the thorough-going

rabbit: Palmable myth. Warm animal of home-feeling,
alive in the thrum of bramble. Even you

house the wicked, insensate No. (A bit of lead
can coax out). Chew thoughtfully, thing, you're on.












Emergency Exit

I.

Sin riding teen cars: Obit.
Keep or lose.

O not old or
do not lean, o door!


II.

Vacation,
do not exit. Tan less.

Diet to do so
by tin crew.

O men, O low strut.

Ire and mere work.


III.

Merge it.

Pull and rove, rube. Mercy
in: Window real.

Ate rest. Hand on now.
And u had wars, u use red.

Had to trip away, rub old
late meal, hale. On, win, and

pull: Tow, you, O!
Move in pan.












Caroline Whitbeck is a second-year MFA candidate at Brown. She does not live in Canada.






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