give the cage-dancers my regards

sun angling through
kitchen window tossing
sequin-shine (in three shades:
silver, purple, teal) on wall
constellationing
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

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