Today's poem is by Sara Deniz Akant

And When it Rained
       

— the dog began to see a different dog.
A tiny slice of new fur danced in our TV,
But it was her. Dead weight for a good-girl is like —
oh yes — that's my girl! — Or is it ?

Hello Sara, is that you ? Hi boo-boose.
Tonight will be a clammy cream with fish eggs thrown on top.
Grinch Spinach and a fat-free Turkish Yogurt Soup.
One small breast becomes a new dip for the table.
All movies are disgusting, did you know ?

I am getting up for bed, for they will not respect my genius.
I know that time is made of entropy or whatever, the reverse.
I know the molecules of family might regather
and become themselves inside a different corner

If we move the paws of doggie
then what will happen to the rays of sun in California?

The yolk drips down from mouth to mouth.
And now her credit sequence runs:
          yam intestines, hungry nipples, saliva
          nesting, noodle ghost.

What they refuse to understand is that —
none of this is information.
No, that is simply not
what information means.
of the ceiling. Gravity is lies.

Attic mom with canned tomatoes
and a set of baby teeth.

The puppy will become herself again
behind the ruins.

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Copyright © 2023 Sara Deniz Akant All rights reserved
from Hyperphantasia
Rescue Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission