Brood
Hey there can’t we just a little look by placing my hand on the cat
I lower my chance of heart attack also, cuckoos lay eggs in the nests
of other birds —parasitic brooding— we’ll never know what
we don’t know cats purr between 20 and 140 hertz the right frequency
for bone growth I can’t explain why the crow raises the cuckoo
why I love you like the chipped mug I’ll never throw away (unless it leaks)
a doctor measures the translucency at the back of my unborn baby’s neck
then tells me how much and for whom I should worry when threatened
cuckoo chicks expel a foul liquid predators dislike Mother Crow,
were you relieved to find your babies alive and trembling in a viscous pool?
Listen, I have never been so relieved to see so little transparency
Narcissus
Daffodils reproduce asexually and sexually. How wonderful to have options.
Also, the Latin name for a daffodil is Narcissus.
Narcissus the man fell in love with himself then killed himself because his love
could not be reciprocated. Asexual reproduction a no-go.
The gods, they were always springing whole from one another’s foreheads
and thighs, but the humans, they could only conceive thigh on thigh,
the surprise in their eyes mirrored in the eyes of another.
Narcissus II
A thing should be one thing or another. Not both/and. Not God and human.
Right now inside my body there is one heart beating 70 beats per minute
and another beating 140.
Like if you cracked open a chocolate bunny and found another chocolate bunny inside,
only smaller and with a faster heartbeat.
Like if you draw a circle big enough any one piece of it viewed closely
would look like a line. At some point would become a line.