Iridescence
The child who goes
by the nickname Bug
decides to raise snailsbecause they're iridescent
beauties, each one
both male and female,who ooze along
fragile and unhurried,
eating pooping fuckingserenely as far as
she can see. Bug thinks
they're worthy of protection.She sets up a series
of terraria, persuades
a neighbor to acceptone glass case of mollusks
tiny as bread crumbs,
mist them several times a dayto keep them moist
but not too moist,
feed them pureed vegetablesuntil they're grown, then
turn them out to forage
on their ownlike children who
have claimed the right
to cherish what they choose.
What Looks in the Window
Let me forget
when the hanged man
looks in the window.
—Ruth Stone, "March 15, 1998," In the Next GalaxyI wake in the night drenched in regret
for the ways I've failed, the ones I've failed. No one hanged
himself, but I've left more than one struggling man.I can live with no man.
I must not forget
where peacefulness hangs.I kept choosing my father, although his form changed
from angry man to addict to depressed man.
I flourish alone. I do not forget.What I forget hangs in the body of a man.