The Legend Goes, Went, Is Gone

Jen Frantz

I applaud for
trees. They do a
great job. I

lean back in
chairs. I lean until
I lie. I am groom
to myself. Meaning
I am a key
holder. Meaning

I wear

black. Lipstick

is not for

toenails, although
anything can be
forced. The aisle is
wide. Not to be
confused with
forgiving. I lean until
I lie. The legend goes:
man invented
tools, and woman

nests. I’m

installing my

beak next week. I’ll
alight in a tree to
polite applause. The
tool in my mouth will
shine, yes. Glint,
yes. I will have
found it myself.