James Croal Jackson
The meme I choose is two
different species of bears
give each other a hug oh what
a shackle in the storm, the window
in the wind as your father dies
you ask me for advice I think
– I’m not good at funerals.
Still, the appleseed. Bears
hugging in our distance.
What more word
is there to give? This
gif the pitchfork tuned
into melancholic
meat. You say your
father is broccoli
and I can’t gush
of the trees a kind
of mental gum.
I want to console better,
a little heavily,
when I close my eye
lids a nostalgic melody
of rice and potatoes
and an animal inside
me wanting to be called
delusional– a dandelion
in February– if I call
you on the phone
the words (what
words) will fall
like feathers.