If I were a fountain

I am in love with a dog-god A famous poet

once told me to never write poems about dogs or dead grandmothers

Did I mention he is famous and is a he I am a not-he but it would be nice

to be an oak tree-- an oak because of the o sound when people beneath

look up and say oh, look at that oak-- sounding painful,

but good-painful like when you are about to sneeze or cum Just listening

to the sound of their o's would cause me to tingle as I would be

a sensitive tree, enjoy pointing my branches at hummingbird-clouds

and dipper-stars, saying look, look But as I was saying, I am not a tree,

a not-he I am a vagina-me I could be better--

I should point at the sky more often I should

put only dimes in a mason jar should not sleep

with a bat beside my bed should vacuum

all the god-hair more often

       And if I were a rose I should open slowly

       If a box I should keep secrets

       If a mirror I should never be touched

       If a table I should not complain

       If a nude portrait I should never blink

And if I were a fountain I should not feel so sorry for all those humans

who live on hope, for all those beautiful wishes I could never grant