The School of the Unschoolable

See the stars nightly

            disobeying the night.

Watch the pattering rain

            sketch an anarchist’s

map to the future, then

unpattern it away—

                        an anarchist’s revision.

Praise my mother

who wears a plaid hoodie

            over a polka dot sweater

            over a simply

                       brown sweater.

Praise your fashion icon,

though I doubt she’s

as iconoclastic.

                       Prove my doubt

so wrong.

            Call the sun

the heterophobe

                        it’s always been.

Never stop babbling

            to old friends or

            fields about your earliest

                       whiff of banana bread.

Lick the sad

            from the sea & on

            a Tuesday.

                          Flabbergast

            in some earthly

                      mouthful of a way

                   & tonight.