Illustrate Half This, An Upset
Fishing makes a cold verb, starts with air & winds up
What dazzles the fish – feathers, bright eggs—
Herring leaping into nets.
It’s royal, right? Soldiers hammering ships.
Fishnets on a pinned-up lobster.
If we go back a thousand years,
Kings & in-laws. Brisk & salacious gemmy
Crowns, breakfast Danishes.
Half my hometown burned down in the
Hot & smoky days before Christmas.
Airplanes belly ripe with water. The fighters,
Hoses. Workers in the fields still.
I am not a current Queen, stitching on
A royal cloud.
Familiar oaks gone in a rapturous tornado
Purpled in flying ash.
Owning no home can I be truly homeless?
My fingers stink of yarn.
The fire, it’s restless.
Tempestuous devil in a garlic gale.
I would be a moody Queen.
Red garra fish feasting my charred feet.
It may be toothless, that carp—
Lighting tarts on fire.
I fill my mouth with needles.
“Illustrate Half This, An Upset” is from Giantess (YesYes Books, 2018).