Start With Steak
Evelyn Hampton
What if you were in court arguing a case and you realized—
I’m not going to use doors anymore.
All your life you’ve been perfecting a technique of preparing oatmeal and finally
it’s your birthday
and you’re a train.
The silver latch
holding the forest closed, opens
all for you to move through.
Lots of slots to fall across—
yours is the silver body
whose speed carries me.
Isn’t that a nice tree? Bursting
through the size of things.
EVELYN HAMPTON lives in a neighborhood of Providence. Her website is Lisp Service.
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