We've been taught
never to make
a simple thing complicated—
get to the bottom
of it quickly, always
praise the core.
time doesn't just accumulate
like rain;
maybe time burrows
and surfaces
like a mute and blind earthworm.
And maybe
the way we love
is contradictory
and feeble
as a skinny brown bird—
razor-eyed
but patient,
demure
(from the binoculared
eyes of the beholder),
but cursed
with a dinosaur's
entrails inside—a rash
compulsive carnivore.
