Feeding Time

"The arms of the first are parallel, the other's arms converge." Meyer Schapiro, Cezanne (on 'The Card Players'). 

some things exist somewhere

meadows in memories a train gliding through its tunnel

then there are specific animals

who stalk the alphabet as it describes itself

until sleepiness turns them into bassoons

the best day i ever had

was at an execution

there were bibles and a food that made me sad

but i was happy, like my non-existent sister on her birthday

or soldiers or stamp collectors

ever since i’ve walked around with a vulture claw-fixed to my scalp

i tried being dead but the vulture just died too

all the while eating my brain

is this an unusual circumstance

or will it have happened before