The stone bear arrives at night,
trailing glaciers. Its face buffs
the windows until they shine
to compete with purple starlight.
I dream that the stone bear licks
my forehead to check my flavor
before tossing me into the lake.
Am I supposed to bait the fish
that flock to the shore to drown
in drapes and folds of heavy air?
You pose on the beach in swimsuit
scaled like a mermaid costume
but iridescent even at night—
a living song. You and the stone bear
walk paw in paw into the forest
while I stream insensible water
from every pore. The music simpers
with discord that fails to rouse me.
The clash of notions you present
to the stone bear as a wedding gift
is final, and leaves my humor singed.
published 19 March 2016