I Have Feelers

by Matthew Rohrer

When my airways are inflamed I write myself a letter

I’m pleased to know even the rocks aren’t immortal

I take a step back I open my pockets

I am completely rational like a 19th century ghost

I make a potato stamp to be remembered by

If the children laugh I have a dream

Mention openness and trust to a coyote

You see the sunrise behind a moose

I don’t doubt the water has its own ideas

It is a model of attachment and resurrection

Nobody wants to be rain falling in November