breaks clear, steady indigo day,
one star awake in the west, cautious
action on the horizon;
ends flapping on the wind, nerve ends
like underwater shrubbery,
waving and posturing,
leeward bowing; sometimes starboard:
a massed rank of constant certainty.
I claim the right to dream in words.
afternoon I ate two
chocolate chip cookies,
the straws that broke the camel’s belly,
and now everything is blubber