one and a half ex lovers

dear reader,
wordpress has just informed me
that this is my thousandth post
(!!!!)
not that numbers always matter but
there’s something
to be said
for this showing up
this practice
(especially through those months
in-a-row
of what felt like
nothing-posts
[ghost-posts?])

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the dream:
a forest house/cabin
(family outing)
and three ex lovers
one and a half of whom
i’d actually call ex

the first i told
if i wanted to
get any sleep
i’d have to find
another bed
but as i spoke
i climbed up
and laid myself on top of this lover
hips to hips
rib cage to rib cage
and this lover took my neck
in their teeth

the second
i stood with
in a side room
that we could clear out
and turn into a tiny bedroom
or a huge clubhouse
we were laughing in this room
possibly dance-aerobic-ing
or jump-jacking
the light of this lover’s face
the same kind of light
we encounter in old photos
of ourselves

the third lover and i
hiked forest to a hot spring
i’ve never been to
sealed in moss
rocks rain-shined
the springs on top of a hill
where the sun fell through
the canopy gap
we wrote ourselves
in water
we were inscribed by light

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bird so baby
s/he didn’t even have feathers
grey/red/blue skin
beak angled open
sidewalk splayed
stuck i scoop up
with two leaves
relocate avian body under tree

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porch-perched at 4610 cherokee
i exclaim about how
i can see the mountains from here
and 217 points out snowcaps and haze

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i show her how to shell favas while she breaks down
the networkings of  structural locations and lived experience
but first, the window giraffe
leaf-munching
to music enhanced by real record crackles

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i wrote some postcards
while sipping berry-patch tea on ice
instead of critiquing poems
and it felt good

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wherein corinne and i
articulate and take notes
on a 10-second delay
locating the thread
wound through us