what kind of crow bar

something about emory
in the hammock
(the shape of it is something
like a pear in a mesh bag
even though he’s not pear shaped at all)
pleading with trish saying
i want to talk about my attachement problems
in his eight year old voice
that brings me to the tenderness
_______
joanna teaches me this one
when the world is sick
can’t no one be well
but i dreamt we were all
beautiful and strong
(from a silver mt. zion song)

while i roll the sun-dried tent
back up into its sack
_______
teaching emory the banana song
with hand motions
(first you see bananas, see see banans
then you pick bananas, pick pick bananas
then you peel bananas, peel peel bananas
then you chop bananas, chop chop bananas
then you mash bananas, mash mash bananas
then you eat bananas, eat eat banans
then you GO BANANAS, GO GO BANANAS)
while we, under the white pine tree,
peel the fava beans out of their
secondary shells

_______
the way the little round green burrs
(from cleavers, perhaps)
stick onto the
sweet purple-black round
black raspberry fruits
as we climb into the thorny patch
for a special birthday harvest
_______
sorry team i call out
about one of my many ridiculous throws
and then, following laurence cole’s example i announce boisterously
i.. fucked up (taking a bow) thank you very much!
_______
the pale band on my otherwise
weathered/tanned hand
in the space where the 50cent vending machine ring
usually is (but is not
when tossing the disc on the frisbee field)

_______
trish sanding the antler-turned-ring
on the porch while baigz, tookie and i
bang away/rattle on/ breathe circular
in our mini jam session sorta circle of percussive
(and dijereedoo) instruments
in honor of djembe josh’s
25th birthday
_______
despite the mosquitoes
circling and biting
i recline
into the tree-strung hammock
under lightning-rippled sky
amongst the yellow green flickers
winging through the night,
ashby the cat lounged out
on my stomach
_______
you might be wondering how i
can not be writing
about orlando right now
while i am wondering
what kind of crow bar i need
to pry myself open beyond
to find what lies beyond
the numb shock
_______
from the water world:
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Automobiles are seen overturned on a flooded street in Liuzhou, Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region, China. – voice of america, day in photos

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