MORTAL FRIENDS
I fell in love with Ellie & she became my friend.
She touched the face of the state of Iowa.
Inga drew a picture on old Vera's back.
Vera drew a picture on the earth's back.
A stack of waffles and a radio became friends.
It was early March and they were making burritos in the kitchen.
You could see the rice stick to the air.
Clouds & a croquet match: they made a baby.
The baby was named A Perfect Afternoon.
Inga drew an elephant on the back of the antique store.
The drawing was so intricate --
a mix between snow & magic.
I thought it might have been my mortal friend.
NEWBORN AND SLEEP
observe its forehead:
how a glowing cord reaches to connect
to the mom-skull. This is how the pair
will integrate sleep patterns.
You can tell by the bright orange dashes
(flowing through) that a dream about mares
in liquid-dark has been shared.
The infant's world is, in fact, liquid-dark.
Its arms push
electric outer-space water. You can see by the firefly
bulbs of night-vision: the infant bends,
sleeping, toward the sleeping mom-skull.
People here call this
the "neon whisper."
from The Zygote Haikai
8Making a baby
is strange: how a golden fish
dies in a cave full of
plasma -- & pretty soon there's this
huge crying computer.
