this is my world,
green and warm and hard to get into.
did you come past the dogs at the gate?
I have a thousand hiding places
under leaves and in
under acorn caps.
you might not find me
and I and the dogs can run in
the neighbor’s unmowed lot
and laugh at you.
I bought a teacup the other day
yellow and shaped like a flower;
you may drink out of it if
you feel you must
through the drain pipe
there’s a door that leads to my
house in a shining glass bottle
where I live with my family,
my baby with breath like old cobwebs
who has never seen the sun,
my son with brown curls
and secret potions for turning invisible,
my husband, the dark man with an ax
who goes out at night
and whispers with the trees.
if you bother us we will all
melt away like dust.
by Cher Bibler