February 2022

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In the dew-saturated foot-high blades
            of grass, we stand amongst a sea

of foals, mare and foal, mare and foal,
            all over the soft hillside there are twos,

small duos ringing harmoniously in the cold,
            swallows diving in and out, their fabled

forked tail where the story says the fireball
            hit it as it flew to bring fire to humanity…

I have seen deer split open on the road and thought

that’s exactly what
those

soft and gentle
fuckers

deserve.

Some things happened to me in my formative years that I don’t want to tell you about
but some things happened to you too.

I watch her mouth move, and I stumble over
the makings of her sound to get close to her.

I’ve lost all my favorite tusbax and scarves
in rooms half lit & full of vowels touching teeth.

The twisting of the tongue means nothing here.
I listen to my voice while another grasps for dinner.

I speak and eyes widen long into the night…