of a coyotewolf

in the dream:
a glimpse of a coyotewolf
rounding a corner through the bushes

a building on the farm, one room
but with an upstairs
that i forgot was there and members
from a different community taking it
over for a meeting/retreat

an offer of deviled eggs from
a pile in the bowl before they’re taken
to the meeting

some train ticket debacle
(two mornings in a row
not up early enough and
not having packed my bags)
and then i’m pointing out the wild
statice explaining to whoever it is
with me: that flower that grows
already dried
_______
onion slices thin and jittering
on the oiled surface of a teflon pan
several edges brown
_______
it’s the time of no time
michaeal says in between
laundry orientations and
christmas day (which is what he calls
violetta’s computer arriving in the mail)
_______
nobody loves us regina jokes
about the empty mailbox
_______
gopher or prairie dog he says
about my description of the skull
i found in the back field
_______
three months here he says
to regina and violetta and i
you leave changed/a different person
(‘thank goodness’ i joke)
some people change the way
they eat while they’re here
some people change what they’re making
some people reroute the course
they thought they’d be returning to
_______
several thunder rumbles
in the darkening sky though they sound
like they come from
the mountain (north) itself
heavy and resonant
_______

the thing that rises up in me
(most likely called rage
feels like a panther
which is strange to say because
my ribcage has never housed a panther before
but the rage has a spirit/shape)
when regina tells me about
the west memphis three
(three16 or 17 year olds that a cop pointed at and said ‘it was them’  [with lack of any evidence –
there are entire books on this ludicrousness]
and then tried as adults and sentenced to life
each served 18 years until a loophole released them
the state never saying they were wrong/handled the case unprofessionally because
they’d get sued for larger amounts of money than most people can fathom)
_______
process i say i’m so curious about how everyone
does everything
_______
sound of city heights, san diego
in the sky (helicoptering)

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_______

from the water world:

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A Kurdish woman runs away from a water cannon near the Syrian border after Turkish authorities temporarily closed the border at the southeastern town of Suruc in Sanliurfa province. – voice of america, day in photos

 

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