trowel delivery! i call out
from the bike i rode down to the garden,
my hand on the trowel handle
and on the brake
look, they’re contra-dancing we joke
about the twerk-off dance club showdown
of girls trip and later we laugh-cry
about the word blooperlessness
to describe the lack of funny antics after the very end
of all the credits
the cool air that comes with the rain
blowing in the front windows
onto our shoulders