Punch and Judy Puppets for Sale

By Evan Hansen

Birds silently froth the hills

In a dream or film about how

Life is beautiful in some near

Elsewhere. At work all day

I’m like a fly knocking against

An invisibility that holds me—

My fatigue an open marriage

With clear thinking. Children

Shout outside in a language

I once knew. If they are not

Children but birds, how is this

Different. If the hills are really

Waves tingling with rain, and I’m

Turning at mute speed into

The moon’s feeble hands, thread me

With your darkness, already.

Evan Hansen lives in Oakland, California. His work has appeared in such publications as the Burnside ReviewCimarron ReviewCortland ReviewJukedMaggy, et cetera.