My, God, I have serious poem envy right now. E. is brilliant!
bellgoat comes from over the mountain. a bellgoat is
your neighbor growing out her hair. bellgoat knows
the anatomy by heart
of every dream in which you will end up running after something
you can’t see.
a bellgoat, incapable of lying, lying in a cape on the shore.
(this sentence intimates a cape: a body of water engulfed by sound
in the “c” shape.)
what will become of me? i ask over
and over. bellgoat tunes the fork to the sound
of my asking
plays it back: “dunnnnnnnn.” the sound of hooves
what i learned about first impressions was this:
you cannot be a god if you’ve stepped over the pollen offering
or if you’ve thought about it. people will kill you.
the morning the pesticide plant blew to pieces my heel
rubbed in my sandal.
i wear sandals now.
when i want to feel legs.
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