After work a rainwalk
to beat the mind out
of me. Help elements
pepper my shelter.
Touch mustard,
touch red, a songbird
I’ll call Condiments.
Helps untrap
my vocabulary.
One elm
is manyness,
postures of a
god. In it an
oriole, or orange song
I don’t know.
I know sirens
are whetting
their machetes.
I know my mind
goes up on
a ladder
all top rungs
where it’s inadvisable
to put any weight.
Andrew Seguin is the author of The Room In Which I Work (Omnidawn 2017). His other work includes the chapbooks NN and Black Anecdote, as well as a series of cyanotypes inspired by Moby-Dick. A former Fulbright scholar, Andrew lives and works in New York City.