The Present -- Jordan Davis

To correct the magnificat
I give her my face
And light the slow fuse

Looking over her essay on horses
I feel more fragile than doowop

May I have a phosphate, please

When we go on an errand
We go through the woods
The scene where nothing
Makes up its mind

I'm looking into the gravel
Sitting in the shade

Waiting for words
I have a cup of soda
Somebody says a living hell
Somebody else speaks German

In this eldrich
The dreaming industry
Reaches into a bowl of anthropomorphisms
And is rewarded with tall buildings on high ground

Sunlight picks through the energy

She stands hands against the wall
Feet apart and turning
Back to smile --

The greener the red
The greener the green