Van Stanley

In Full

A bubble is a warmonger & in quick rolls the rhythm
     of an exhale
will wake bathwater.

The sun is an insufferable drop of liquid
about which the earth will pirouette until, like a baby seal
or a floor lamp, its feet
rotate into first position, arms rounded

at the thighs in the shape of a globe
or uterus.

We will begin the number at 0
& the choreography in a fetal curl.  We will
take the ring about a coin & spin it.

We will take the hours full of the day
stuff the pantry full
of memory, we will
     consider the items
on the shelves & want
     only the appetite