You’re so strange!

You’re so strange!

w/ your dapper hands, slick-coated
webbed like frog legs
& juggling flame

your kaleidoscope eyes
gleaming angelic chrome
your inkblot, Ichabod, inchoate bits
fleshed together

callosum’d membrane wings underpin
your every thought a tiny wiring of feather
ticklish splinters that make you
giggle so sly

where do you keep you
inside the clay jar—thrown,
glazed by tongues
of fire —you are?

And I, gallumping on hands
and thunderhead knees, gone wildflower
wild, across the empty fields between us
to ask you

all this in spindly names
you can’t know
or fathom, I wonder
how strange all this is, swirling

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