Imponderables by Gracie Leavitt

All you imponderables ---- sometimes in a dark theater you close your eyes ---- try to fall into that clotted tumulus ---- or lap of world ---- or ideogram of an unborn nightjar ---- enlisted to be rude ---- all you against the creosoted lee side masses ---- ravening with palatial mannerisms ---- end up kicking burnable clots across their lawns ---- sometimes pinning scratched up ingots to folks’ jackets ---- dug up from the lawn where you kicked night jars back into place ---- what holds up this insuperable lap ---- all you footsore ---- you rinse you thrum in the deep port of sloping wires ---- I fall into your lap.