Lewis LaCook

Gunther’s Streamlined Frog

he has no love for the storm in the rearview mirror

though it guides his fingers tying knots in his shoes

though he stumbles through the drowse of their idyllic lunch

on grass that begs to differ from paved weekdays

he has no love for passing the test that breath implies

even if it’s the storm’s way of putting one foot in front

though he’s never less than behind on the other

he has no desire to catch up with it

he can’t have love for the boiling water of its voice

he’s been slowly sitting in it far too long

Administration

to someday be comfortable with myself

giving blood to grease the wheel

so you can find a new sun in the sky

every morning

to someday look myself full in the face

blinking back at the shuttered world

so that dark buckles under the weight

of light

in an empty bedroom on the last day

you hammer a mirror from the wall

that rains sharp feathers to the floor

in each face my body

spins

Lewis LaCook can be found at https://linktr.ee/lewislacook