a celery root
a spoon
a pear wrapped in green paper
but there are some grey areas
like when I kissed you and his face
entered my mind like a cry
they say kindness comes
from understanding its opposite—
your brothers locked you
in an air conditioner
but who taught me cruelty?
the hawk shifting foot to foot on his nest—no,
nobody can say
but I can say
blue flames begin to lick the newspaper
shredded in the enormous hearth
I prodded and fanned