the blood of other animals

morning lettuce harvest
slightly salted by
pit-of-sadness
we fill bag after bag
due to unexpected desert
high germination rate
_______

death by rice syrup nicole says
describing one of the three
chicken deaths this year
_______
laid out on towels
around the side of the house with the one
who taught the magic/delight of sunbathing
while liana reads bad jokes
from a paperback
_______
four teats the camel milk farmer/rancher says
behind his kiosk at elephant cloud food store
but with two ducts on each
it’s more like eight
_______

rush-roar of crestone creek
(flowing at 400-some cubic meters per second
just last week) to our right
as we gently ascend
through aspens and wild strawberries (fruiting!)
and rue
_______

the blood of other animals
on our legs, arms, ankles, elbows
due to inadvertent mosquito splatter
_______

baby yaks galloping
across watery field
roadside wind in hair
deepblue/starkwhite cloudsky contrast
reflected in standing ditch/field water
_______

it’s like you’re stretching in the water
two pre-teenish girls smilesay
about liana and i’s acro-yoga and
famous dirty cancing move in the

shallow end of the gigantic
hotspring fed pool
where, from the water, we can see
peaks risefalling
against eastern sky
_______

rubbing vitamin E oil on our faces
in the backseat as the sun
singes mountain clouds pink-orange
on the edges
_______

i always admire someone who can
go a whole day without smoking
marijuana nicole says while
filling her water glass at the cooler
while liana crops the pepsi bottle
out of the memorial speech videos

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