They Will Sew the Blue Sail

encaustic wax | Ariana-Sophia Kartsonis

my husband’s deep

in a dream of papier

mache bowls colors

arrayed in a way

what will we do

with them? he asks

the dream-me

we can’t toss

salad in them.

one of our guests

puts one on his head

he wakes to dill-green

the silver tabby’s eyes:

manzanilla olives

hours tumble out

like birthday wrap

I drive each way

with no radio