Eva Jackson: 0028

You make me want to study theology
You make me want to lie face down in the sand
And fill my mouth and come up like a sculpture
You let me out of where I was standing
In the rainy corridor beside The Rainbow in Pinetown
With little wet dog-ends and the plastic bags catching on the wire.
You make me want to learn the origins of the poison-arrow frog
Like I knew as a kid
And to be able to explain again to people
How the many kinds of dog
Grew from one
And we made it so, and we make
This so.
You don’t believe in evolution,
And I tried to do the macro- from micro- account
And talking about dogs,
All disorderly
And you are still not convinced.