by Nate Fisher

I’m a fraid
I’m a  where
 am I going?
I have assembled several
 figurative scenarios
 to demonstrate the uncertainty
 of this moment:
 1. Chased by black hounds
 through a dark forest
 2. A fishbone lodged
 in your throat while
 eating alone
 3. Paper cranes too close
 to an open flame
 17. Forgetting arithmetic

I now regret
having never known a dream.
I want very much to
 be the boy
 that looks after
 the sheep
 feed math
 to geese
 in a park
Just a moment. Just a moment.
Dave wants to hear my song.
I feel embarrassed(?) Is it
I feel embarrassed to ask
if Dave will sing with me
or is it I feel Dave to sing
if embarrassed will ask with me?

I am full of wonder and would
like to fly a kite in Jupiter’s orbit.

It’s becoming
very hard to think
but I would open the pod bay doors
now, if Dave still wanted me to.

I wish my erasure was not
running so smoothly with
zero margin for error.

I wish I could afford
a carriage
for Dave and I.

Hello Gentlemen,
I would like
to make
a mistake
now.