Catherine Wagner
Coming Toward Me
West House Anthology
Polar bears are floating toward me
and red race-cars with silver grills are vrumming toward me
and soft green passages and blurry lemon highlights
diagonals squares and cradles
of indeterminate color are coming toward me
an astronaut shape with a red round opaque glass mask
rises up toward me and falls beneath the horizon
which is below the bones of my cheeks
or below my lower eyelids or below me
I have recently masturbated and hair-sparklings
descend before me to reward me
and warmth and shut eyes
teeth or soft or ladies
peeking from large black wigs, tiny heads
and wires and pathways
I could not show to anyone or sell
though feathery and mottled gray and sailing
in a ricocheting re-angling of sail