if a seagull began flying in my eye: if 

I saw leafy greens eating dirt like erosion seems to: if 

the ground explained away rain: if 

those bunny-fluffy clouds only told old jokes: if 

most clowns died in a pile of oversized shoehorns: if 

children lived off their innocent, ignorant tears: if 

knowledge warmed like a pair of experienced mittens: if 

the snow falling fell further still: if 

the hail falling fell further yet: if 

falling felt like rising with sun-love: if 

waking felt like hungering after aphrodisiacs: if 

I could chew on sex like a cow on cud: if 

you would just feed my eyes until the finish: if 

you would feed my eyes some foxy spinach

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Matt Zambito is the author of The Fantastic Congress of Oddities, and two chapbooks, Guy Talk and Checks & Balances. Other poems have appeared in Poetry International, North American Review, Writers Without Borders, and elsewhere. New poems are forthcoming in Tampa Review, Slipstream, Heavy Feather Review, JAKE, and Sierra Nevada Review. Originally from Niagara Falls, he has lived in Ohio, Idaho, Washington, and New York, where he now resides with his rescue dog, Sadie.