give the cage-dancers my regards

sun angling through
kitchen window tossing
sequin-shine (in three shades:
silver, purple, teal) on wall
how the shine rise-falls
with breath and heartbeat rhythm

sister brittaney braunschweiger taylor
and i laughing at how i strategically
step on the sidewalk-strewn skittles wrapper
(just to make sure there are none left)

gonna light you on fire she says
about carrie brownstein proclaiming
there are no cities to love because
you ruined them all!!!


blue flame thin and
wavering in the center
of the soup-serving moat
where fried tofu and
broccoli swim
amongst soursweet tom kha broth
the piece of fuzz
he picks from the elbow
of my sweater and one of
a million running jokes
(this one about the corn-husk
doll etsy shop i run)

good luck on your travels, hobo
rolan says as we squeeze goodbye
and choreographically walk
in opposite directions
him towards the sunbird
and me towards a bike named baby

at the end of a running joke
about c.c. slaughters i say
give the cage dancers my regards

i may not have remembered chops
as your cat’s name
but i remember horseface
and how you hate tomato guts
and how you wore/wear? a gold chain
around your neck


the part of the bike lane
on denver that turns
into  a modern cobbling and
how the blinking stoplight
from a distance looks like
cop lights and how not far
beyond that the dark night waters
of the columbia river (marking where
oregon ends and washington begins) roll past

go to bed i yell
through shannon and gina’s door
where they are both
already pajama’ed and tucked in

from the water world:

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A graffiti of a dead fish is pictured in part of the Jaquari reservoir, during a drought in Vargem, Sao Paulo state. Sao Paulo, Brazil’s drought-hit megacity of 20 million, has about two months of guaranteed water supply remaining as it taps into the second of three emergency reserves, officials say. – reuters