Maybe an orange
will help. Or a
Minneola tangelo.
I know. Auto-
correct tried to
make it Minnelli
and Liza helps
get the neighbor’s
Rottweiler out
of my next dream
I hope. I had
said provocative
things at a curb
then the deadbolt
went suddenly
butter. But I
was naked in
winter fridgelight
before the fist-
fight in the foyer
and the orange
is eaten. I mean
Minneola tangelo.
Forecast predicts
snow by seven
AM. Waking up
has always been
the surest way
out of my trickiest
pickles. Waking
up and writing
‘trickiest pickles’
or seeing your
picture: delicate
nest in a branch
pinned against
your studio wall.
The ghost above
is merely light.
There’s no telling
what happens next.
‘Night again.