The School of the Unschoolable

See the stars nightly
            disobeying the night.

Watch the pattering rain
            sketch an anarchist’s

map to the future, then
unpattern it away—

                        an anarchist’s revision.

Praise my mother

who wears a plaid hoodie
            over a polka dot sweater
            over a simply
                       brown sweater.

Praise your fashion icon,

though I doubt she’s
as iconoclastic.

                       Prove my doubt

so wrong.

            Call the sun
the heterophobe
                        it’s always been.

Never stop babbling
            to old friends or
            fields about your earliest

                       whiff of banana bread.

Lick the sad
            from the sea & on
            a Tuesday.

                          Flabbergast
            in some earthly

                      mouthful of a way
                   & tonight.






 

Source: Poetry (March 2021)