flecks of sky pink
as the sun comes up
shining orange through bare-branched trees
jumna once said something about
that first light light
how something happens chemically/ionically
when it hits one’s irises
so she would go to places
where she could receive that light
eyes to the horizon as the sun came up
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corn cakes browning
on cast iron skillet
over a front flame
on a six-burner stove
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stan in coveralls clambering back and forth with tools
crawling under the house
to fix the busted pipe
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wizard the grayblack (and a little bit of brown) tabby
lapping at a bucket of water
for at least 10 if not 15 minutes straight
this is the thirst of winter
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seed catalogs splayed on living room table
while i flip through
the broccolis
the brussels sprouts
the edamame
the cabbages (including the cone-shaped one
that was my favorite s0-sweet and light enough to eat raw
from the susie’s booth at the sunday san diego farmer’s market)
taking notes and making charts
on scrap paper
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strange garments
stephen calls mica’s puffy pants
that’d make a great band name i offer
while all of us dine on dee and hassan’s almond cookies
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that’s some frankenstein shit i say
spitting pinkgray toothpaste into the bathroom sink
while mica and i brush
(her stapled-up forearm re-wrapped and braced)
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kicking chunks across the moonlit road
snow sounds different at zero degrees
(almost like pieces of styrofoam tossed against each other)
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