I’m Surprised to Discover That I Have No Desire to Rub Them


The field was freshly plowed. A young girl slept in a furrow. Her brother was afraid
to wake her. It had something to do with angels and bees. It had something to do with
sorrow and the joy that precedes it. It’s something leaving can do for you. (Light a match
and those rooms open a desperately sexless yearning.) [“When you see a stranger,
consider him a thief.”]
Life removes his mask to find death, who removes his mask to find life, who
removes his mask to find . . .
half a kernel of corn. (Where has the hungry deer mouse gone?)
It had something to do with insects and mythological representations of
monumental grief. It had something to do with water.
To hide his confusion he screamed loudly. He wanted the neighbors to be misled,
to believe he was only a bit crazy and not, as he feared, a capable failure. Better if they
looked right past him. Better if they thought he was worthless than worth something that
had been lost. It had something to do with married couples thinking they’re happy (which
is really what makes them happy). It had something to do with Senator Snuffly Steed,
author of the Anywhere I’ve Been Stories and the popular novel You Ought to Have
Been There First. It had something to do with The Stockingcap (National Bird of the
North Country), which displays a reverse migratory pattern, appearing in the northern
latitudes during the snowbound months and migrating to television comedies during the
summer, which, in turn, migrate to Peru during ethnic celebrations week. (It’s mating
habits remain mysterious, but include an attraction to buses and snowplows as well as
publicly supported sports arenas and clothing designs featuring leaves and hearts.) So he
makes love to a couple of northern trees. (He’s not impossible, he’s just a little broken.)
[It never happened. That’s what makes it available.]
My eyes are open and something happens which opens them.

Rich Ives is the author of Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days currently being published in serial @ Silenced Press everyday in 2014 and forthcoming in paperback. Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.