panic and poundcake

blubbering poundcake she
calls herself coverall-wrapped and
fever rising hands resting on
the back of the chair
woolsocked feet on kitchen concrete
_______

i offer
heart medicine in the form of
drips from the brownbottle dropper
of cimayo grandmother springwater

_______

how she warmsmile openheart
greets the man
shoveling snow at school
despite the panic and
poundcake status
_______

harvesting kale, chard, collards
in geodesic greenhouse
smell and hush of soil a
familiar home
_______
clandestinely crunching
on a chocolate chipped granola bar
in the public library’s
artbooks back room
in between secret swiggings
of contraband water

_______

golden moments of polyamory
i describe the
deep magic feeling and sortof disbelief
of when it all works out
_______
50 shades of disapoointment we
lean in and laugh at
perhaps inappropriate moments
she bundled in coveralls me
crosslegged in the
sisterhood of floral traveling pants
_______
regular steel and tool steel
she says are different. tool steel
has more iron – it’s stronger

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