Instant I Asked Poem

I asked.

I asked the radar why it was amaranth
and it washed and wavered over targets.

I asked the thrush why it was mottled
and it pecked at my swollen mouth.

I asked the hand of my lover why it curled under my weight
and it curled under my weight.

I asked the crash to sing
and it reminded me of steel.

I asked the iron to grow
and it did and the steel became jealous, bickering with the radar.

I asked the thrush why they fought
and they overheard.

I asked myself if I had ruined the party
and the noose of my apologies to lost lovers grew
as taut and tight as the room I leave for them to
resent me.

The night yielded.

The sleep arrived
and I kept quiet
and everything was perfect.