Feast Green and Stained

[marieellen]

I am wasted on thought-so’s and photo-ops

so-so’s and S-O-S cries and the lit flare

I burn I intuit I follow your light

look at the way you go into the tall grass

into it                   you light

you moth

look at your shirtless body behind the tall grass

look at me on my knees

a poem is a lot like a grass stain

I want to do what a grass stain does

By Paul Cunningham