taking notes in class.

THE ARK

cryptozoology is the cause of my concern.
late-night whimsies that were
too busy to be bothered with
Noah's schedule flicker across
the screen of my eyelids
and beg description,
as most bedtime curiosities do.

it is difficult to order coffee
with a gryffin perched on my brain;
more difficult, still,
to convince the cable-washed children
that unicorns still have a place
other than in garish sticker-books.