You were going to say that I
left my grandmother’s red
apron in your kitchen but instead you told me
to take the frog and to feed him crickets.
Do I catch them in the
field behind the hotel where the
yellowing light leaves
tattoos in the grass after six where you’re
still cold in your brown scarf?
I didn’t find them there but I did find them in the
back of a fluorescent sawdust tomb lined with
glass walls and life inside, swimming backwards,
Those crickets were getting loose, they were
smeared on the tile.