Sport 19: Lightworks
Violin
Violin
I take the almonds
to the pregnant raccoon.
In my bad pajamas.
I spill the almonds
under the tree.
It's 2 a.m. The band is still
ringing in my ears.
A guy is going through the dumpster.
I feel stupid
defiant. He looks
at the almonds.
You should be with me.
If we look up at the pregnant raccoon
together, I think.
A raccoon could kill a cat.
I keep the cats inside
all the time. The cat litter goes
in the dumpster. The guy says, Raccoon dreams
a being a squirrel squirrel dreams a being
an ant ant dreams a being pajamas
on a woman's
ha ha
ha.
With the ringing in my ears I imagine
this could be a song
the band played. They were my kind of band. The men,
the two women—one of whom
looked like she wouldn't even know
what a band was.
On violin.