far distance spanning
the whole country stretches out
between you to me
ensnared in velvet
neither matador nor bull
can take the next step
vitrolic entry
into peaceable kitchen—
why be such a bitch?
under all that i
barely recognize myself
nor expect others to
cuddled, my eyes closed,
with shoulder against sofa
pretending it's you
once lovely and fresh
snow upon snow now grates
like gravel and soot
Miniscule pop-ups
what small person uses you
to camp at target
in a wilderness
of mass consumerism
what small person camps?
mid-day, a bad day
text message from a good friend
a surprise rainbow
on brigid's threshold
i bathe, half in, and half out
of my element
constellation head
brain fullav stars and stories
glowing in the dark
It's MLK Day
with Chuck Brown and the big house
needs the party roll.
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