ask the dog

i dreamt of cherry trees & Leonor Fini

do you see the contortions on my cheek?
I documented them in a journal entry
the journal entry was about
little-t trauma
nothing you’d find
in the latest version of the DSM
too specific
but ask the dog
he’ll tell you
there’s something about
being in between seasons
when rage installs itself under your pinky fingernail
temporarily
the essential nectar
of the cherry tree
is the seed
but the seed
is not responsible for spring
you see
conditions gather elsewhere
behind bone, outside skin
there is a small dot where you end
and it knows nothing of
I forgot what this poem is about

Helidora, 1964 | Leonor Fini