Half of half of

Half the passage belongs to him
it's a dusty street I live on
when it rains, his blood bangs on tin
we like sunny days just like anybody
who likes us & gives us our share
& is naive enough to believe in language
that is talk, unserious conversation
When I have children I may be more reticent
& able to see around corners
My sister had a knack for making me bleed
now I worry (she prays)
the aphasiac alligator is indistinguishable
from the mud in the street when it rains

Jerusalem dune     Scarborough bluff
what is the difference     I call
    it changes
the shape of our brains
visual cognition     coconut oxygen
minds funhouse-mirroring nature
the cognitive and social demands of each situation
    our demands

Jonathan thought through his beer, said
"if there's grass on the field, it's greener"