Free Entry 2, Week 1

To My Brain,

In lieu of crabgrass, that ices over the chipped wood
that is meant scare off fleas, you might consider daisies,
they are my favorite. But you already know that after all.
Maybe you could even replace the girl at the end
of the sidewalk, in fact I would like it very much if she
were not there at all. Instead, at the end of sidewalk,
just were the first blades begin, could you
orchestrate a Halloween, the one when
it snowed? I think I was a Can-Can that year,
donning some mauve Goodwill number. All the walking
ruined my boots, all through that wet, hard snow.
Or how about that time I smacked my palm down
atop the kerosene heater? Bring back the swelter,
sticky skin, the yowling that brought my parents in.
Hell, you could even roll out the grass, on over the girl,
and I could walk forever, until my legs give out. My body
would welcome the stretching. You can file this under:
My Feet on Grass or Days I Can’t Want to Remember.
Just like my first step, you can loose this one too.
Put this march somewhere in with logarithms, metric
Units, and the first pangs of cutting my gums. I read
just yesterday that if you eat a petal of Bindweed
you can forget the first nine years of your life. Maybe,
I just need more air. Creeping Charlie, the weed eaten
for good luck on a first marriage, recommends two years
of frowning before ingestion. I wonder if this works
or if it’s really just a figment of the imagination.