There Is No Pond In Nonni's Yard - Dustin Vado
Was I gone or in bed
When I saw a tadpole turn frog
Leaping from a pond in Nonni’s yard
Getting bigger by the second and squeeze right through a sliding door
Was it real or in my head
When I saw her kissing another guy
Right in front of me in taupe halls of fluorescent scatter--
I punched him and apologized when they said someone had died
Did she lecture me
Or was I lecturing myself
About how dissection is torture and frog legs
Spell paranoid delicacy in American sign language
Was I laughing or quiet
When I awoke in my stench
The pond where the pool used to be
Filled by dirt and fruit trees in metamorphosis
When I saw a tadpole turn frog
Leaping from a pond in Nonni’s yard
Getting bigger by the second and squeeze right through a sliding door
Was it real or in my head
When I saw her kissing another guy
Right in front of me in taupe halls of fluorescent scatter--
I punched him and apologized when they said someone had died
Did she lecture me
Or was I lecturing myself
About how dissection is torture and frog legs
Spell paranoid delicacy in American sign language
Was I laughing or quiet
When I awoke in my stench
The pond where the pool used to be
Filled by dirt and fruit trees in metamorphosis
