Night Jacket

he’s the world’s greatest sleep
night’s dark to him mere sunglasses

down along wasn’t an alley     village
broken glass     or the reporter that he’d thought
         he’d just changed into eggs
the floor in his kitchen was still loose from the unemployed cistern
a burglar or a traditional headache could fix things like that

	that her eyebrows climbed into her watch
	that she peeked into clean white t-shirts
	tasted male friends
		that meant there’d be plenty
	pools still glittered in her heart
	fins inside her soul
the sparrow perched at the top of her ear
the spare pected window island
living room with kitchen bedrooms
he was the one she’d waited years for outside the ceremonies

the news coverage had been fearful that day
night blazed night to endanger a struggle
	o does the day night
	o does it fly
	like sweet legs and flippers
fire dream     they had been waiting for
the whole city now in one pair of eyes

	he draped his jacket over
	and over they flew
	nothing else to do
	

from Amateur Mythology (2017)