tzitzikas

i feel better here in the grass
where the thick stems crackle and spar
where it feels like falling off the earth
stuck to it with electric strands of
stubborn will
hairlike invisible filaments
from the fingers
when i touch you i know
you feel them
there are kind old women who care
who suggest to me
where to go
and where to place myself
and seem happy
and sometimes i listen
but mostly it’s the chirrup and hum
the red-tail wail
the green wet froggy chorus
and here down the path the
electric insect purr of
exoskeletons
and i can rub and stroke my body
the way they do
but i only make the noise
when you’re here my
coyote yips
my
gander cries