animal chalkboard 

i close my eyes & peel an orange. 
the orange is not an orange but a fist. 
uncurl the fingers wrapped around a pen drive 
that's full of confessions. 
one of them is i used to write "i love you" 
on the chalkboard & pretend that by erasing it, 
i was sending it to someone else. i want to celebrate myself 
the way birds do unquestioningly. 
just yesterday, i saw a blue jay swoop down, 
a flower in his beak. he said, "summertime summertime" 
like a skipping record. the orange wasn't sweet. 
was full of seeds. the "i love you" comes as an animal rain.