last month, every
robin I saw looked
like it wanted to fight.
to be fair, so did I,
projecting the April
sad on nature coming
back to life before my
eyes. now I read Ross
Gay on the balcony
before noon. cat inside,
only my toes in sleepy
sunlight. the neighbor
cat from below stares
unblinking.
a cup of cut strawberries
marries the cup of
coffee in my belly. I use
the word belly. this
sunlight is awfully
golden for noon.
