The Open Letter Possibility by E. Jones

thank you
for this Armstrong paint
these watercolor drippings
on the tile of my room

this elbow branch
of my practice tree

made forked and leaving

here and gone
as lightning

less blue

this base of silkworm
and hog grass
pubes up
stretches out realistic

to give me smoked Thursdays
that burnt hung dawn
that muddy gray didactic meat

try unavailable, how about

try spike heeled
russet
asphalt mix

put it all together

now breathe