Lauren Haldeman

For Training Mice and Spiders
New Poems From the USA

 

Test 1:1


Inside your beard-mouth
Strings to the trap set
Open up a mirror
To reflect the small wind. Glitter,
A fan through it.

Put your head in there.
Carrots, pepper on the eye’s grass
Makes a small dew. Mountain’s
Dew Xeroxed again
Re-Xerox of the Xeroxing

You break into three glares.
I’m a wind mill, huffing it.
Opals burst next to hazel,
Pepper eye, and shape of fire.
The heaviness of you sets in.