My dreamworld has gotten strange, so I’ve started up a few dictionary poems again. Let me know what you think.
wil / der / ment
: I must allow for disorientation.
: It's more than misplaced.
: A shudder perhaps. Seismic.
-- My axis regular disturbed.
: I suspect the world upside down. Or sideways.
: An enduring sense of feetlessness.
: The skitter of crumpled paper across a driveway.
: A creaking sign, blotch of rust in the shape of a crescent moon.
: I journal about the accidental details.
: It's a miracle I get anywhere, let alone on time.
Or relatively on time.
: Dislocation is what I do. I get lost. Every. Livelong. Day.
: Sometimes it makes me angry.
I know it enraged my children.
: Why can't you just take us there?
Why is it even a question?
: Why indeed.
: The turning around from the very beginning.
: Misplaced in the Kentucky Blue like a toadstool.
Living leaves of grass unexpecting my toddler feet.
: My mother liked to climb trees.
: I learn on Instant Messenger from a cousin
who'd only learned she'd died.
: My father cries when he reads the exchange on my phone.
: Phone GPS is the best thing to happen to me.
: The climbing of trees requires a certain willingness
: It was a lunar adventure with my mother, too.
Often we never got to our destination.
: GPS stands for global positioning system.
Information about us is sent to an orbiting satellite.
: The satellite signals back,
impartial to whether we're upright or swinging by our feet.