i want to capture strange tendernesses with you and put them in cardboard
boxes with homemade mazes like rats
we’ll need a stopwatch.
one strange tenderness has a diet of lemonade
one strange tenderness has a diet of oatmeal and small rocks
one strange tenderness we cuddle in our hands every morning
while the sun comes up
does this last one run slower
delirious with the memory of its sunrise love?
a good scientist treats his hypothesis
like a walrus treats his baguette
"what's it gonna do next?" he asks
(it's just a fancy word
for long bread).
for long bread).
