it’s going to be exponential

no jokes trish says propped up
in the healing bed
where i have come to say my good mornings and
show off the grapefruit peel i managed to keep
all in one piece
you can’t make me laugh
it hurts too much
_______

spiritual awakening she says about
being able to see the love – so clear and
unmarked by other chatter – we all are made of
before she shows tyler and i the
blue-black bruised incisions
in her abdomen
(one going through her belly button)
_______

i can tell i’m gonna heal trish says
i think it’s going to be exponential
_______

wherein i give a tour at our weekly meeting
of the various jars of fat
that have gathered next to the stove
_______

emerging with baigz at her side
to take a walk (a lap around
the butcher block) while i arrange
lunch around the vase of daffodils and
fruit tree blossoms
_______

there will probably be lots of laughing mica says
about the frisbee game we are headed to
due to all the wind and her prediction
is true: the nearly point-less game
features a brilliant performance
of comedic fumbles that seem to go on forever
conjuring so many collapses on the ground to
get my cackle-laughs out
the way the disc has an unpredictable/trickster spirit
of its own when it collaborates with the gusts
_______

in what used to be the herb garden
at d.r. emory and i walk along the cardboard-mulched pathes
that lead to the bed with the three praying mantis egg cases
(containing hundreds off eggs)
wrapped around thin branches
_______

how i carry the tender cabbage start-lings back
into the greenhouse for the night just in case
the storm ahead is too much pummeling
for them to handle
_______

rosemary’s babyface cream i say of the
cream/lotion cynthia and tyler
are whipping up in the kitchen
while the granola bakes

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