He wasn't hungry yet
He's been dubbing his kid memory
because it's always been fuzzed anyway.
He wanted one more inch toward certainty,
so he drew a highway landscape illusion
according to the rules of vanishing math.
In the coin pocket of his blue jeans was a lock of cat hair
waiting to serve as clouds for the drawing.
The drawing would include the electric fence that would remind
him not to resort to the temper tantrum option.
I heard his ear catch the echo of a ring,
a bell hanging from the heifer's neck.
She had jumped the fence straight
onto his round robin egg plastic dinner plate.
