Description
Liz Scott
Early One Spring Morning
A dwarf-y cup of green liquid (mountain dew, cold)
mine eyes flickered to the window
as I raise the cup to my lips.
The sun's radiance spills over the trees
and sitting there
swaying, flimsy, rocking
a bulge of russet brown orange.
The fuck.
Mutated love child of squirrel and dog?
Morbidly obese sparrow taking a breather?
Ohhh, spring,
how I love your randomly smutty creatures.
Get a room you goddamn squirrels.
Or at least
do that on the ground
where its safe.
Kthanx.