Finding Yourself Searching for SomethingPeter Davis
I decided to become a skateboard and a family of lizards. A child stole it and rode half of me away. My lizards split up and canvassed the area, finally setting camp in the deep bush. My father lizard stayed up late reading the newspaper. My mother lizard painted her toenails. We wept in separate beds, though I often woke in the night and crawled in bed with my brother lizard. I had dreams about spiders clinging to my tongue, tickling the inside of my neck. Bees flew from my mouth. I woke alone, in flaking green skin, my raised spine like a water snake. We finally made it to California. We feasted on fruit flies and searched the empty swimming pools for adolescent dreamers. Stoned teenagers with stringy hair showed up, pushing off and slinging themselves into the bowl. From the leaves we watched, hoping to spot something familiar.
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