I
The annular eclipse weighed
in a microwave (730 Watts)
is a little metal
disc
with your dog’s name
on it.
No, that would blow
up —
is Big Dan Teague’s
eye-patch
suspended over an egg
cooked sunny side up.
II
The last time the sun
yawned
its slow eclipse
yawn, right to left,
was many many years
ago which
the sun forgot like yesterday.
The last time I saw
my son was
at a karate dojo. His
neck stretched
right to left, and
back, toes splayed out
like a baby bat’s
wing.
That was Saturday.
This is Monday.
I have a headache. I find
it hard
to follow a cursor hopping
right to left.
This morning I watched
the sun yawn.
I must have watched too
long.
My eyes clank like a shut
blind.
I can see now a dusty-white
kimono
dancing, fading in
the sun.
