7.

that grass doesn’t seem but

is freaky

these front doors all barfed out lawns

I’m not an athlete per se

but I’ve got buff calves

do people even say buff anymore

this is about the miracular vernacular

not some uninterpretable dream

I’m a crab that drowns in water

I’m not a –doodle

I struggle with sunshine

My skin is my oldest body part

My DNA prepared even for what cannot

be endured, imagined, prepared for

I’ll crabwalk of course

to find my relatives

Ellen Welcker has a chapbook forthcoming from SHOTGUN WEDDING entitled Mouth That Tastes of Gasoline, and forthcoming or recent work in Similar:Peaks::, JERRY, H_NGM_N, Everyday Genius, Phantom Limb, InDigest, and Leveler Poetry Journal. Her chapbook, The Urban Lightwing Professionals, was published by H_NGM_N in 2011, and her first book, The Botanical Garden, was published by astrophil press in 2010. She lives in Spokane, WA, and curates the SpoPo Reading Series.