dear robert carpenter
we appreciate your
letter & especially
the fact you took
time to write about
the paucity of cats
on lunar mission nine
however we are a
household products
company with no say
in what nasa is up to
but our pet food division
will reach out soon
about an exciting
marketing opportunity
& also please find
enclosed several specially
selected coupons
sincerely bigfarmco

my brother ate spaghetti
right out of the can,
shoveled cold noodles
& fat-laced meatballs
into his maw, red
sauce flinging down
the aisles, the grocer
stomping & yelling &
my mother shrugging
as if to say what do
you expect when you
stock can openers
within reach of a ten
year old with a hankering
that must be obeyed
more than a mother
working the late shift
after her no good
husband ran off
with that bitch jolene?

oh my aching back
you don’t carry the
weight of the world
just the weight of
the air a smidge
over a ton at least
according to the
brains over at
the physics forum
so quit your bitching
& get back to work
or else I’ll ask
the chiropractors
& you know their
answers always need
a bit of adjustment
every few weeks

wrens lie sweet as apple
butter or so the grackle
says but who can you
really trust these days?
ask the crow shrugging
across the evening sky
but don’t expect straight
answers since crows too
stretch the truth when it
suits their blood-soaked fancy
& everybody says starlings
are good for nothing
except gossip, hot takes,
& revenge so best keep
secrets close to your chest
unless that dark-eyed junco
comes around because
honestly who can resist?

leaf
unfurls
tsunami
crystals
swirl