Michael Moreth, Endorsement
Language of Anything Else
Noll Griffin
I brought a party store fan of sliding ice pop sticks and ribbon,
the one with an optimistic yellow tint at the bottom of the bin.
It’s been badly painted now with blobs of hands entwined and swans,
jasmine roll-on oil chosen from a list of romance scents.
So, now it flashes from my right hand like a wing across my cheek
from a burbling city bird dive-bombing fries in sidewalk napkins
to amuse you. No, I didn’t. I bought a sensible set instead,
battery-powered hummingbirds buzzing impatiently
on fluorescent cords in the stadium’s sunburned seats
where our kneecaps compare cartoon band-aids and
every time the crowd roars again I can just use words under my breath.
Noll Griffin
I brought a party store fan of sliding ice pop sticks and ribbon,
the one with an optimistic yellow tint at the bottom of the bin.
It’s been badly painted now with blobs of hands entwined and swans,
jasmine roll-on oil chosen from a list of romance scents.
So, now it flashes from my right hand like a wing across my cheek
from a burbling city bird dive-bombing fries in sidewalk napkins
to amuse you. No, I didn’t. I bought a sensible set instead,
battery-powered hummingbirds buzzing impatiently
on fluorescent cords in the stadium’s sunburned seats
where our kneecaps compare cartoon band-aids and
every time the crowd roars again I can just use words under my breath.