imagine the smell

of kudzu, imagine that

kudzu has a smell

cloyed across eyelids

myopic edge of night

imagine the impression

of an object, imagine that

object has an impression

swollen hands over

belly button

imagine the dream

of birth, imagine that

birth is dream-

like insides

imagine the kick

of a rib, a scent of rubber

just whistle

till brown comes

off yellow