1.
I cut my thumb
open
on a knife
and it believed
it was
sleeping –
the skin
puckered
like the mouth
of a fish.
The blood
was like a horse
narrowing herself
through a fence,
through a canal
into another city.
2.
Tomorrow, she said,
tomorrow –
pointing
at a pair of air balloons
that hung low
above the earth.
It was raining.
I waited for their colors
to bleed
into the ground,
to turn the apples
from the Tree to
multicolored
wisps.