yogi

for Michael Sam in that blizzard of evil siblings.

I got it down;

this fear thing to preciseness.

The gentleman slows his feet down in the revolving door

like a penguin march and I forget to push (my part)

just coast like a dropped off ghost without a temple.

My gown gets caught in the frozen ice dawn/

a black bear appears out of nowhere as they did on

  the "Crocodile Hunter".

At the outskirts of woods, it's dropping it's recalcitrance

along lonesome seeded roads.

But I know what bears do, I've seen the cartoons.

Their indefatigable lust for honey. The

way they fiend for baskets of happiness; the way

their fur furls before those perfect cedars

then fly away in the crazy arms of their

little friends.

Reviews

[K. Louis]

I imagined you a bald man, writing in a poorly lit room with a writing
desk and cigar smoke everywhere. Then, I imagined you the transgender
on Orange is the new black. I love that show. Dana, tell me, pls..what
does it mean when you see someone and they look familiar to you and you
look familiar to them. is this circumstantial? is this dream? is this reincarnation?
god? yes. i refuse to capitalize god.

[h d e rushin]

perhaps closer to Laverne Cox than Burt Sugar but I've never smoked anything in my life
but a turkey (this day, this month in 2009 which didn't get done inside so we all went
to Red Lobster). But when you see someone you think you know, they may just be a person
you do. And reincarnation only happen in prose, never in poetry....lol....dana

[K. Louis]

Oh. Good. I guess my instincts are getting better.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i don't know...feet slowing down...the scary bears, the lust for honey...
flying away in the arms of friends...

i am seeing allegory written all over this piece...
relationships...reluctance, and a taste for it, but also a fear...

jacob