BARBARA WALTERS

tell me clumsy
i am not a liar maybe
young mountain
point out the most awkward bone of me
humor my frame janked into unused
super hi-way
on the ground, a flat plain or the smoothest swamp
humming
i found is still
a mountain
just stretched out
my life
or questions about walking
how do you be?
call me graceful
i will always be alive
my voice is playing over
the internet
repeating the color of my throat
as a dense vibrating poem
i am walking
alone here
collecting
shark teeth on the beaches of Florida
so sand me
blow me a beautiful glass me
dangle the ghost
of a thousand dead fish
around my toes