For Rachel


My little bone rack
with Popeye strength and Popeye ink

You remind me of a fruit roll-up,
of the compressed air under grates,

Of the words sylph and sliver

Indian Princess of banana cookies,
bunny and Honey Bun saver


You came and killed the black dog
today, trained it I mean to

Lie down! and Roll over!

Trained the wind to splash my face
through your car window

To make me smile, at the fortune,
the finger-trap and toy mouse

It said Good Things Are Coming:
it said this about you.

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