Explodes the Dream of a ZooAbove the mule's head explodes the dream of a zoo. Whole notes are held in the nude. I find the myth to explain this is just a shopping list of prophetic voices underwater or heard through a mirror darkly, as if angels sing harkly in spite of their black matter existence. Keep this piece of ontology, crumple that one down into a cannonball-sized spitball. Make secret plans to throw the good fight into the pool of sunlight loitering perpetually in the middle of my apartment's courtyard. It's hard to be here. A newborn just stares through the air. Anthony Opal is Editor of The Economy and Co-Editor of TAG. His poems can be found in Poetry, Boston Review, Sixth Finch, Notre Dame Review, and elsewhere. He lives near Chicago with his wife and daughter. [anthonyopal.com] |