Shoe Song

                              after I’ll Come Running by Brian Eno

Last night I swept remnants from the corner
in the forbidding light of august’s last days
Thumping moth against my front window 
Sand on my feet for maybe one day, oh-oh
I think someone forgot to close the garden gate

And in my dreams you became a sailor 
Catching big snapper under the milky moon
Blue dove builds a nest under our window
She has been waiting for this change, aha
You just can’t seem to make it to the front door 

You are now celestial and more star than I
And with my one way ticket I swear to come
In the galaxies on constellations I am running

car crash

Suddenly I am softer, nicer
Edges are blurring
Am I changing shape or is
Shape changing in me?

I have a nebulous memory
-all fuzz- of seeing a play 
Where a little girl gets bad news
So
          She strangles a cat
                                          Only
I saw this play in a language 
I only kinda spoke
I think of her often
I don’t want to be like her
                                       anymore

cabin fever

Snow is piled up against the door it’s dirty and grey now and once
a classmate when I studied abroad warned me with extreme care
that you can only eat snow the day that it falls or else you’ll get worms.
I am stuck here, ghostly strange stiff, if I open the door I might be
crushed by the avalanche of parasitic old snow.  

fontanelle

You can’t resist the temptation
There’s really something erotic about it, baby
You look me in the eyes again and say come here
I know how badly you want me my supple body my mouth my skin
and you breathe deeply on to my neck
run your hands into my hair and press two fingers
into the soft spot in my skull





Ursula Carroll is a writer and translator in St Louis, Mo. She spends most of her time tanking pictures of vanity license plates and thinking up knuckle tattoos.

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