Public Health Response to a Rabid Kitten—Four States, 2007
Come here, throw pillow.
Come here, tawny flame wobbling
on the side of the road.
White coats come out of the building
like kleenex after kleenex
pulled from the tall box
by an invisible hand
and they are making the sun hurt
even more. Come here, little electron,
can’t you hear the ice hissing at you?
It is the year for this kind of bend,
the things that the tumbling coats want
are taken away from them
and given to some other fear-goosed thing
and said fear-goosed thing
does not have the right hands.
Come here, unhappy bean, I know
you think you are a stone
with an itch inside. I promise you
this is only a blanket.
