Rebecca Aronson - Creature Creature
The Way to Vanish
We are restless and leave our beds to cool.
Rain, but streets so hot they steam,
sidewalks slick with mud where dust was.
Where we walk a trench grows.
Old friends tumble in,
swim in the murk, flipping delicate feet.
The rain must blind me some.
Orange mushrooms glow
viperous on the lawns. They frighten me.
The lawns, too, frighten me. Mosquitoes
swim from their beds
multiplying as the rain does. A seed
I expect to split in two,
split again and again
and disperse in the privet hedge.