3 Poems

Application of Oz

Do you identify more with the witch
or with melting? The puddle or the
screaming? Are you the doe-eyed girl,
slippers tapping together, or the color red
and are you loving it? Are you the first or
last time she says home? Who could
play the part of the yellow brick road?
Are you the journey or the lion? Are you
tin or straw and are you gay for the other?

to sara june woods

happy birthday
birthday girl

in my sea witch
there's a woman so tall
her head pokes out above the sky
all she sees up there is fire

her spine holds a river though
i sail in it
the tides tattoo her shoulders

she doesn't lie down to sleep
so we don't get crushed
just closes her eyes

in her honor, so do we

Meeting

Who are you from?
Where is your name?

I fall asleep to John talking
about the French Defense
every night in a blue room.

What are you?

Trains carry me places
in cars of mounting luggage.
I sit naked on
leather seats my round body.
My genitals are a tiny
animal balloon.

Why are you doing?

Do you want to come over &
make noise together? Talk music?

When were you sad?
How did you do it?