that flies away at the slightest sound
that sputters in the slightest wind
that grows weary in the slightest rain
and that kills for the slightest desire
It can’t keep on like this
It falls on my neighbor’s toes
Green froth
from the clouds
This is spinach
It falls on the head of the girl next door
fur pebbles
she makes into delicacies
These are mice