everyone’s in handcuffs on the front lawn
and I’m panicked about pesticides on clover

how many cats is enough cats

a pretext and just being

pack me in with oranges 

stepping off the word
to come into,

running across. Winter. not toward. Spring

trying out imaginary cellophane goggles

when the wind died we held our breath as long as we could
 

In the dry season, as the stones surfaced like turtles, he believed they were floating on the water. As the drought progressed, he began to think the stones were the stream. But now, knowing that the human body is comprised mostly of water, he believes he is the stream.

I have the right to be forgotten.

After sleeping with him three times, I bought him Wittgenstein’s Blue and Brown Books and made him a cheesecake.

through the glass of the shop that never opens clown figurines grin

… we are bags of sky

if you’re ever in this river swallowing a star