Jason Bradford Confession #3

If I could say something
about the pancreas then I would
say the tomatoes are green

but then I'd have to plant them,
and it's been minutes since the sun
leaked on the bamboo floor.

It has been hours since
the phonecall.

I wish
there was some
thing meaning
ful. When the birds ask
what I want
to be, I say I sing
like a lantern.

Then a storm blows through a stop sign
and like a rhinoceros
I sit simply
underneath a blue umbrella.

Maybe it's silly, but.

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