Listen:

Tonight

(1:22)

The mint grows wild over the nightshades, tonight.
We dig.

Tonight it is possible to wear lace in the kitchen
and hold ladles like pom-poms,

to reduce cider to syrup, dip in a brush,
and drag it over our doorframe, hornets stuck in the stippling.

In our yard a fox preens under a streetlight.
When he speaks he wants to be a bird,

like when the homeless park their shopping carts 
it’s often next to the sea.