Stacy Blint

The image on a book cover
mistaken for a miniature canopy bed for birds

Cream puff the size of your head
captioned
I can’t keep up at work

Oh wait!
that is a head

Please quit cooking the cheese

The jargon of birds
defines the sky

test and learn
the language of downpours

You are
the dust in your house

feeding so many creatures
floating in sunlight
filling the furnace filter

I think my body left my body
it’s in the cloud
reconstituting itself
Piss Christ no more

if the water becomes wine
the piss cloud
might weigh
as much as 100 elephants.

After the earnings report
you’ll be moving on
to a lotion empire.

Cops strung out
in high-vis vests
around the airport
staging on motorcycles
at the Night Owl Drive-In

chopper noise at dinner
ushering a candidate
to a rally.

You can have all the pillows in the world and still be sad.

Water stops slowly
slowing to a drip

it makes sense
the unbabying.

Start here

water doesn’t stop on a dime
the flow slows
to a drip.

I mean
think about shutting off a river
or explaining a lucid dream
about breathing in space.

It’s tricky
it rambles
and water is always whole.

I almost said home
jumping up to the sky
flowing around
even when it’s dammed.

I dunno

feral is a good word
imagine rewilding the night

no electricity after sundown
tending to life
books by candle
earlier bedtime and more dreams.

An attempt to return to the unbabying brings the thought
no one’s ever died
because of a poem inside them.

It’s good to see your scruffy mug
try applying velocity to the line

Sheer and shear
root and root
power lines
and cable

This too is our current relation
scrub tree growing
from the driver's seat

rust too
rusts samely

People who haven't bled
don’t understand the bleeding

to lichen
both wearing green sweaters

pulp the pulpit
own your blood

these our air
the forgotten line

generosity is a form of love

please oath aura

need bio