Where the bladderwort and water lily
give way to bulrushes and pickerelweed
and cattail heads nod hugely high,

This time the mycorrhizal infection
at the crooked roots of a hazelnut tree
meets a set of conditions so knotted and invisible

Psychoanalysis
Pursued by a tiger in his sleep
he turned himself into a horse turd

for dinner, vacation, carnality,
I took up an ancient text on military strategy
hoping to find the miracle subterfuge,

Fish are swimming at ease—
         this is the happiness of fish.
                  But the sage kings are dead

I knew the length of an average penis
   was five to seven inches, a fact
I learned upstairs in the stacks marked 610

A canvas we cannot stretch across the frame
nor staple down to fact: a ladder leaning

against an awning, workers pitching tar

"Ran afoul my nature to spend some time
in prison. To think
                                on what I'd done:

Something four-legged at least. A beast.
Robot slipped comically on cave pearls.
And went in every direction.

“This Thursday you’ll have a substitute,” The teacher wrote—Pam Ederhuller, Previously a general practitioner.