I guess most people still think
a boy can never
be named for a flower.
I guess. But I
am not some lion tamer—I am a meat-eater
who's also a gardener.
I guess most people still think that art
and science and religion
can all reconcile, can meet in the middle.
I guess. But I tried hard once
to make them curve toward one another
through lenses of words—and they didn't.
And I guess most people
still think that this is some sort of
I guess. But it's not. For instance,
the voice in this poem—is the voice come
from nowhere. Sure, with a cup-
shaped fist, it seems
to reach up and pluck
from thin air, all sorts of
humid invisible fruit—
and yes, it then willingly
hands this to you; but still
it says nothing
it's edible—or forbidden.