Jake's Flea Market

between
acting out a mango tree
and acting out a macaw

i acted
a spirit life 
between spirit lives

i was
an out of work actor
among out of work actors

we were
all naked between costumes
invisible between roles we were

so many
i tried to count
gave up and counted
the grass instead

we all rode
a near nonexistent breeze
through near motionless leaves

we might have rode
a bus on a route
of bus stops

where new costumes waited
to suck 
souls out of the passing transit

and costumes damaged
worn out 
old 
waited
to blow souls back in

at one stop one
soul was inhaled
out

at the next stop two
hundred souls were coughed
back in

at the stop after that three
more souls were gasped
out

all while i was busy so busy playing
keep the feather in the air keep the fluff
of cotton off the ground

that i never noticed
the ladybug’s 
egg

the lady 
ladybug’s womb
hatch

‘til a small breath
from a new costume
inhaled me