April Fools

“We’re pleased to tell you that you have been accepted for coursework in Poetry,”

Wrote the fates. 

This is my thread to worship, workshop, and workship

Because writers are sailors too. 

Words are a way

Away.

Eyass

A suffocating chick,

Weighing sixty cents in nickels,

Breaks shell into the yellow sea, Iowa

City is an island, grounding for the tree

Supporting the nest

Supporting me. 

And you professor,

Are you parent or predator?

Its stories all the way down.