brillianting

like truckers after hours of driving
mom, dad and i stand to eat
our oatmeal breakfast
complete with asian pears chopped in
leaning into the butcher block as
steam rises from essential oil orange tea
_______

over miso soup we laugh about
joe giving the state-of-the-union address
live from the lab
and cruising on a motorcycle
with air force one
painted on the side
upon discovering his fec presidency
_______

shadow of trish’s body
on a ladder as seen through
hoophouse plastic, sun brillianting
behind her, sound of staple gun
fastening plastic to frame
_______

my mama tiger’s coming out
trish says in the back seat
of ruthie where
the rawness, when given attention,
shows itself
_______

not actual muppets but
a cartoon version of muppets as babies
ziggy, cyn and i laugh
while trying totremember/figure out
exactly what the muppet babies were
_______

cynthia guides us to
the massive oak by
the creek where our
respective animals
(a painted turtle, a crow/fly,
a monarch/hint of a fox)
make their visitation
_______

my nose to the softness of
moonstar – how i smell the crispness
of night in her coat
even half-an-hour after
she’s been inside
_______

blend of tyler and cynthia’s voices
humming/singing through
shared bedroom wall

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