Telehealth Appointment with High Winds and Prayer
When he hits share screen, I know
he’s going to show me my brain, my own
starred-forest Zoom Room. I know it storms in there
because I’ve seen my dreams and the trees
are slick with snakes and wet electric fruit.
He’ll make a nickel-sized hole, and now the coins
spill bright through the vessels as he speaks.… Read the rest