ANGELA BALL
Bats in your hair,
But only if they can hang upside down
Properly.
Putty on your hands,
Butter in your mouth.
Be the feather in someone’s cap,
The spyglass in the pirate’s hand,
The podiatrist’s foot, asleep.
Be the bewildered woman
Half lifting her skirts to cross a muddy street
While a rain cloud watches.
Wear something worn first
By a wolf.