Sunrise with Sea Monsters

by Melanie Janisse Barlow 

there were no snacks at the breakup

there are no monsters at this ressurection

in it

it is so tender, so so tender

a heart-accordion

each chakra lighting up like a light bulb on the upswing

in it

a battle between earth and water

interactive Geminis

in it

the cup of anger ferments into a dangerous scoby

we drink tumeric until our mouths are yelloworange

sweetsalty blend

in it

you are a dead giveaway

if the sun is god it's a win here

only a whisper of a trap

set somewhere in the silt

of a morning coffee

in it
an inner

            pheasants on Brush Street scattering, multi-lingual 

the skirt of Martha Graham evertwirling

in it gold tinsel swishing

an old, knowing dog crouching

rusts

a tin ceiling bent downwards

init some kind of holy order

morning light is on pause

bent into a broken thing

shadowed

two men in their cups on a beer-bottled brown lawn

candles keeping away bad spirits

plants reaching skywards 

old peeling signs

a wilted text message

tuning forks, tuning

did it die of lonliness Gwen?

was it the last of our mysteries?

indeed

it did, it was

ladies dressed in white lining the walls 
whispering

in it such an inner

in it the bricks are burning

we are eating garlic sauce and 3d pita in Hamtramck

with the sun kinding

perhaps it is all friendly

and really what we have here is fish

but the mothers are voiceless

and loud in their inference

in it my language opposites

in it i tell you to hang pictures of what happened

a productive Tuesday
in it problem solving is A1
in it i was thinking of tying a porkchop around my neck so the cat would play with me

everyone is sorry to see you gone

relax

its just two fish

what is wrong with you?

they are middling

in it the stars are on an upswing

a pearly white dashboard only practical in the a.m.

in it an inner