we brush our teeth in the river with a hundred neighbors. My trousers are just butterflies. Your legs look long like long eggs. Fresh cut grass. Something lucky follows, and when you look into his whipping cream eyes they sell a lot of coffee. You just cannot bomb mud. There is work to do. Wake up now.
Originally from Nebraska, Scott Abels currently lives and teaches in Honolulu. More of his poems can be found online and in print with Word for/Word, Juked, Lungfull!, Sixth Finch, Action Yes, Fringe, Alice Blue, Jellyfish, Sawbuck, Raft, and many others. He edits the online poetry journal Country Music.