big fish

leaning my sleep off
onto an orange water cooler
in the home nest while rosie
disseminates info
to this small gathering of water fairies in training
_______
what remains, says aimee
only is our choice
to love each other
_______

the planet was a hard place for her
to be on/in someone says about her client
just as a fluff floats past my face
and this is where i say
hey minna and think
of all the others too
_______
big fish i joke with mica
while pointing to alyson underwater gliding past
in the cool bluff-lined creek waters
_______
the songs heard from across the commons
as their notes lift up from the creek
_______
zack’s leather shirt
(most likely hunted and tanned etc. by him)
under my palm as we laugh with teeth showing and swing
up/down the contra line
_______

my heart is in my throat she
who lives mostly in santa cruz
says about the anza borrego/coyote/cougar canyon
that we have in common
while the post-storm sky
softens into looking like something one could eat
and would most likely be sherbet flavored

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