Cleave to the eaves in spring
rain, our t-shirts stick to
our bodies. Birdsong raucous
before dawn unchains me.
There is no reason to go on
adulting is make-believe
in this economy of wild straw-
berries and green onion. If only
you would message me direct,
forgotten father of much un-
needed discipline. Your prayers
prey upon the shifty rabbit of
my mind. Mine, the abandoned shaft.
Oh this is so lovely. I especially liked this line–“Birdsong raucous/before dawn unchains me”–with its ambiguity of subject (who’s unchaining, the birdsong or the dawn?). .