why look

for tadpoles esteem

mind the surfaces (greener, infinite, inner) strength’s field

kissing Caitlins my memory master’s horse girl

If I xxxx my trailer had a trampoline

If eyed

x my mini pool had a suntan

xxxxxxxxxxxxx Or a baby to give birth in

If you xx give me all your mouths

dirt universalist xxxxx (wide thinking) xxxx implants the range

x fed to the root hairs

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx light upon a light

backwoods walking to the encryption

xxxx triggers the soul breathing earth

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx to feel transformation we we the elemental beings

Consciousness times of timing’s

xxxxxxx net cast

becoming of the phenomenon

xxxxxxxxxxxx lamps

queen futon

xxxxxxxxxxxx got a kiss from an angel.

courtesy to the hippy pancakes

molded sky syrup

held a blackberry to my neck

IN-self harmonize. Seasons are beings xxxx realest workers

xxx spirits of time rotation

lithe stew beans

xxx meal of Steiner

poking sticks on the ravine

bushes on a slant

in the darkening

I know that people are good x somewhere in my bone ringing

Give me all of your land

Give me all of your crabs

So many mountains turn blue. distant blue mountains we call them. You see them on foot or from a passing train.

xxx They reflect windows same as anyone

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx “You have one book, so do I”

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx “I have a book of whales”

xxxxx Then give me all of your clownfish

The white man in a Durag watches the grass with his hands folded

push through sun arrives snow. It’s bright

with cold you can

touch the health of feeling

what if you wrote from a place closer to death

what’s that sound like

so small and bald with a gravedigger T-shirt polite under his mom

walk past blue and white gnomes, pineapples, and Buddha heads

morning time on the parking lot

Queen Anne’s lace not far from anywhere

square hot dirt

I miss you I miss you I miss you verde

I miss you trying and bursting for me

working for me

together breath is an activity of minerals, new plantings

the mineral IS an activity moving invisibly

up and down, up-down, heaven is up and down

cells wet

biophila: I am a longing salmon in a tree

the leaves are very green

It’s totally intense

while also fishy

aggravatingly twisting my panties

when a bee comes up here, this high

It’s pretty exciting

It would take millions of those little wings to make a pile

love between condensation, spirit, and matter

the ultimate sacrifice to the spirit of the body and the body to you. The sacrifice of a mountain in wanting lifetimes