Field of Mars

I crawled out of the bramble

Berserker waking from a nightmare

Following my bumbling shadow

Rabid bozo plucking burrs from my hair

On sniffing the unscented candle in Zara Home...

White girls twirling ponytails at the Summer Garden

I sit in the back with the boys and vomit

My brain’s gyroscope gone kaput

On not visiting the grave of the unknown soldier

Time-travelled lilacs in my mother’s portico

My building smells like trash I’m ovulating

A bee in my bonnet in the crotch of the fig tree