entomology

the ants are back
lost on the bench unable
to cross over the posion
river the bug man
laid down.
this morning she tells me
about her dream. her son
is in a casket and as she walks
by his eyes follow her. she tears
up, asks, what does it mean?
this is only
the second dream
i have since coming
to america.
i used to find portents in birds
i've moved on to the tarot. frog
in a shoe. the number of school
closings vs the years left that
i should care.
you say i want to meet someone
who makes me want to be better.
happiness used to be the frontier
but the self help genre kicked us all
up a notch. welcome to my pedestal.
one and half times the national average.
rising seas and falling temps. global
evolution as a dominant paradigm. break
out the whip.
on the second half of lunch
pulled pork falls out from the bread,
i wipe crumbs to the floor for the survivors
swept from the bench. some of them
were crushed in the cleaning.
i tell her dreams
are messages from the subconscious
perhaps you are missing family
but not admitting it. she wants to know
what it means, this dream.
i have no clue, i repeat. maybe
look it up online.
online the search for desire.
the stars are firm in their sky.
if one begins to resemble a frog
i'm running, i just
haven't figured out
which direction
to go