the necessaryness

trish describing a wild cranberry bog
in minnesota
the soft feel underfoot
as we wait for other frisbee players to arrive
and christina and i both laughing
about the goofyness of that word
which trish seems to repeat a million times
bog
_______
in the box! in the box! trish
calls out

while our team of two plays hotbox
against christina and mica
_______
it was a harvest moon last night
ty says

and partial solar eclipse
_______
somewhere out there
beneath the pale moonlight
mica and i singing

like we’re in a musical
with dramatic gestures
and very loudly
as we climb/descend the steps
leading to the whitehouse
_______
already full on lunch but i cannot help
hitting that rainbow-sprinkled doughnut
sliced wedge by wedge
in the mixed box from dean
perched on snack counter
_______

the bright green of and steam rising from
edamame scooped out of boiling pot
as i process what ends up being 12 quarts
of pop-into-your-mouth protein
_______
tookie and isabelle
doing that side-glance
that musicians do with each other
as they sing the song on the porch couch
about vapin the pepto bismal
_______

the necesarryness
that exists sometimes
for a door to close
at sunset
to a clean clean room
something fortifying
in this
_______
moonstar, the all black-cat
with one gray hair on her forehead
who was the runt that emory wanted
and is therefore small
purr-curling zipped up in my hoodie
rhythmic sleep-breathing

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