Frog Dream in July for Lucio’s Brother
I am a frog; I can
only leap a little
My legs were burnt off
in a poisoned pond
My father was in the
Book of World Records for
divorce
My pond was full of drugs
and medicine
My sisters the tadpoles made
me wake and weep, they said
Start, and close your eyes, and
begin to sing
Then never stop singing
despite those
who hate your timbre
die singing
The newspaper says it’s a
bad sign, but I keep
my naivete
Only dancers have a harder life
and I am a dancer; I am a frog, and each thing in
my suitcase is a frog
Plume: Issue #12 April 2012