Jim Behrle
from Like
1.
bend gold into a trumpet
push gold back into strawit’s slipping apart, not
in a bad way. disappoint
circling birds. our neighborhood
cracks.
cold sun sulks.
water like shadow.
nap in a catapult.
yellow
warm as royalty.you don’t have to imagine anymore.
red like a dream. streets like
walls. mud where
there will be thick grass.something that sounds like music.
diagram of hills, the way it looked
before we came. smiles like hands,
sleep like laughter.I want to discover America.
please, hide America.