Each Bound of the Fiery Paper
1
Who does me this I whistle off
brazen as the green of the Palestinian flag
Strange wishful little books clot my fur
I do not labor except to season my domain
Through seven holes all things twitter
I reject the disjecta of allegory
A sluttery roller skate grips my shoe
2
Is there enough chaos in you to make a world?
The feather on the egg is the horse under the bed
The New England winter is still raw and long
The summer is intense and abandoned
Copyright Credit: Cal Bedient, "Each Bound of the Fiery Paper" from The Multiple. Copyright © 2012 by Cal Bedient. Reprinted by permission of Omnidawn Publishing.
Source: The Multiple (Omnidawn Publishing, 2012)