Nathaniel Underland
Trace amounts of nostalgia
for the current winter seem almost
edible, audible as the dust mites
devouring flaky dead skin,
an incessant munching on microscopic
organic material, cells shed
and sold at my expense, inexplicable,
scrambled pornography on mute.
Her North Carolinian figure ate
Corn Flakes made into an energy
which leapt Rodanthe's waves;
she was the Atlantic's dandruff
brushed aside with a backhand flick,
and she filled my wavy days as
mattress-soft skin slimmed
and shook hard, a fructose whim
soon forgotten. Fall amounted
to retracing through a labyrinth
minus the yarn and forethought,
Minos yawning as he thought
about his wife mounted.
His alopecia created nesting material
for Cretian birds that passed
away after their young hatched.