Camping With Marx

55 adorns Barbara Adams Camping With Marx Comes the Revolution my father was saying in the summer house while I slept in the unlighted barn half a mile down the road. Cattails twice my size choked the lake when I woke to perfect black and disappeared like a poem written in black on black. Descending the creaking stair I don't know how or how the road turned tail and disappeared like my self— By lévitation I guess or extra sense I found the forest of reeds where tigers' eyes stared up and down the stiff stalks. One eye grew and grew until it shone like the sun and I grew phosphorescent like the moon and then I screamed — An out-of-tune C-sharp weaving a wild nocturne for beating heart, eye of newt, and passage of reeds with frog. Katydid katydid when she was bad croak croak she was horrid cattail gossips whispered go to bed go to bed wash your head In the mud. I saw stars and dreamed katydid katydid a half-drowned kitten in mother's lap. 56 the minnesota review Comes the Revolution he continued. after that they strung a power line out to the barn so no one would ever again nearly drown in the dark — katydid. ...