Someone google me — then tell me
do I love peanut butter jam
on soft white bread
do I like to spread myself thin
over barren wooden lands
waiting for the search — to cease.
Every lonely dove dies
alone — I prefer company
[ feathers flying free
(I keep no company)
& quiet kisses by old canals ]
to carry on
…
Someone search me
google me
search for me
then tell me
if
You
found — Me
stranded on a ledge
far above the hedgerows
of the everyday — or if
if … no signs … were
uncovered.