Tulip World

A family experiences against tulips
a number of lyric options. How many
sides do you think the world is? — counting
only on your thumbs, your narrative desires.

In the pit of the windbreaker, hunger
folds. On the flat, granules of distrust gain
flanked by sun and gravity. Even
the sky overcast. If the field could heave,

hinge up, what points, what hidden
things? — not always treasure
under that wide smile. Statement from
one side, unspeakable from the other.

Kate Schapira (© 2008)