Things That Fit Inside a Bread Box
by Jennifer Weathers

Bread, of course, and a pint of milk,

a small duck, seventeen bars of soap,

a broken orchid stem, the things you say

in anger, an ounce of heat from the sun,

Howard's jar of toenail clippings,
newspapers from May 20^th 1986,

a lovebird and three headless pigeons,

a fetus at eighteen weeks, a baseball cap,

the hurt we carry from the week,

an extension of the space around

our bodies, the cosmic implication of

explosions, the birth of a red giant,

and the idea of a hydrogen bomb,

the womb of nuclear reactors,

and the hands of your neighbor.

All things holy and all

things inside your head,

that mass of grey matter

and God.

© 2007 prickofthespindle.com