My Backyard Was Replete With Madness, It

It's Funny, For A Long Time I Would Go Watermelon-red And Deny That I Was A Magical Realist. It Felt Imprecise To Me, A Misrepresentation.

Hopes Were Wallflowers. Hopes Hugged The Perimeter Of A Dance Floor In Your Brain, Tugging At Their Party Lace, All Perfume And Hems And Doomed Expectation. They Fanned Their Dance Cards, These Guests That Pressed Against The Walls Of Your Heart.

There Are Certain Prehistoric Things That Swim Beyond Extinction.

Madness, As I Understood It From Books, Meant A Person Who Was Open To The High White Whine Of Everything.

I Spent Most Of My 20s With These Alligator Wrestlers In The Swamps Of South Florida.