along the curve of learning

in the dream: a string
of previous lovers

looks different i say
motioning south
to debbie and liz’s badlands
whose shapes have been
winter will do that liana says
even the time of day will do that i reply
from the windows
to the walls we sing and
i demonstrate shannon and i’s
inanimate object dance moves of
ridiculousity extraordinnaire


chocoloate off dashboard sunmelt
mouthmess while i shake water bottle ice
that formed overnight

i like watching us marathoning
along the curve of learning


almost noon chilaquiles
clink of fork against bowl in
badlands desert sun sideyard
plus the buzz of a pulsing bee
melissa telling us about the places
the ground has moved beneath us
while we navigate ridges and arroyos
in a space so clearly shaped by
water and weather