Anemones

Why don’t they teach us the brain
is just a weak muscle? The weakest
in the body, always faltering–forget

muscle memory. We’re going to Europa
in the morning, and I don’t think he’ll
ever come down… Orange glimmer

against the branches of some wooded
landscape, lying on the weeds. Stop
pulling the neck and use your stomach

for breathing, that’s all you have to know.
Be like snow, beautiful and cold… Here,
take my hand and don’t play truth or dare

the way I played Houdini, bring me bundle
bouquets of anemone and lavender–soft
red path wards off fading starlight on the leaves.

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