I found so many claws
Rip rip
Found them on the lawn where they
put rips in a pair of sneakers from below
Drank milk from various udders
and I paid a witch to do it
I paid to watch her drink
She left the udders dripping
ripped her cheeks with one of the claws
I filled her third eye
I whipped a pigeon on the breast
It was about to put its jaw around
a potato on the table edge
Frayed at the edge
Teeth gnashed
I made the pigeon feel shame
Then I caressed the pigeon’s wing tips
with my finger tips
was fluent in words that
counted backwards, three
I caressed the wing tips back and forth and
I put pressure on the vein’s end
I dropped all of my peas in the background
Turned around
I turned my peas around the wrong way
Picked too many peas to bead on the thread
and I spent time in the fog
I spent time with the pigeon and the fog froze
I kept a very tight grip on the thread end
I collected the fog and I weighed it
Lost my grip
Ran between my fingers and my head shrunk
Mash all over
I whipped the pigeon once again
The pigeon’s jaw popped