The Page

The page comprehends anything

you etch upon it

or feigns such malarkey

 

It acknowledges for instance

hummingbirds

skirmishing above my yellow roses

 

all explanations:

territorial imperative

sap enough for the vigorous few

 

The page is famished

It gorges on whatever you supply it

shreds of dayold tortilla or capirotada

 

The page cannot digest

exactly

but does digest inexactly

 

& so welcomes erasures

the you-doubting-you

leaving therapeutic bits

 

sprouting pulpy fiber

The page clamors for Kiskadees

for box elders

 

for proportionally acidic vinegars

verging on sweet

& someone who peddles

 

nuance

The page loves nuance

though it has lost its share

 

what with lipstick

what with the dark beauty of Mexican women

leaning

 

into your dream

     of Mexican women

            what with the lure of instantaneous closure