BROKEN
Three Poems by Jessica Loos

along the sun
a stone moves --
increments itself
on sapphire heat
-- then slips away
it always encumbers
the dying embers
of the day, turns
the sky to bone,
drops
all the stars
from the box
between
yr legs where
bananas go
and coconuts
grow and then
fall
down
like
cherries
on sunday,
i pluck the stems
with my teeth
stain the lips
of canyons and
the old limbs of trees,
a leaf capsizes
near the sand
goooooes swoosh --
then fizzes back
into the big sea
playing freeze tag --
foams of song,
all the clusters of weeds,
sing with the intervals
of the moon