I am resourceful & adaptable

as fuck, I shit you not. For

 

example, this morning to walk

the toy dog in my foster care

 

I wore black floral lace

under my activewear because

 

everything else was in the wash

I later babysat in the basement

 

with tea & magazines to avoid

running up

 

& down the stairs like all you able

bodies do without a second

 

thought. It was amateur hour

but also trash night the first time

 

I ever took the little stinker around

the block, so when he popped

 

a squat beside a random

can, I went diving in it

 

for something, anything,

and surfaced with a sprouted

 

Take also unto thee Wheat and Barley

and Beans and Lentils and Millet

 

and Spelt and put them in one Ezekiel 4:9

bread sleeve on the first

 

breath. Dog food, the same going in

as coming out. By now a seasoned

 

veteran, today I took several

for the neighborhood, bent

 

down for every abandoned log

& cake we passed on our way

 

home, and had a five-pound baggie

after half a mile. Chew on that,

 

bitches. And I tossed it in my own

barrel to boot. So tomorrow when

 

my quads are shot from all that climbing

& squatting, I’ll revise this verse

 

in cotton undies in between

clean sheets, a puppy on my knee.