The Story of Cadmus
Make your bed, even during quarantine,
for your colleagues could see your slovenliness
in the background of your Google Hangout
& think even less of you than they already do.
Cleanliness is a step away from the heavenly
reward of a basket filled with chocolate
eggs, the best of which ooze a sugary cream.
Each time you place a marshmallow Peep
in the microwave, you are tempting the Fates
to pluck those molars from your mouth
& plant them in the stricken earth
to grow an infernal candidate, long of tooth
& wide of grin; bathe his feet in oil
lest he slip on a banana peel & tumble
like the zephyr-born eiderdown down
the marble stairs & into the waiting Prius.
Follow the pink moon into the serpent’s lair
& engage with meaningful discourse
while the silos burn pretty in the fields.
The Transformation of Actaeon into a Stag
Lady, take off your Crocs & meet me
in the shadowy grove. I haven’t filed down
my horns since Beltane.
A hound in the hand is worth
a burning bush. Stumble up
on the rustic shower scene
while looking for the phone
you dropped on the way back
from the gastroenterologist.
I desire to be your dog.