1. wind that cannot be named
picking up
and tossing
bits of wet
like spinning food processor blade
2. i see spirits
when the air
moves like this
more
living layers
illuminated
3. you are on your way
liftoff and earthlanding
steady
maybe this is all
i’ve needed to hear
4. slamming poems up against walls
my teeth along their necks
hot hands shoved into their jeans
5. view from the nunnery
on this side of the fence
no grass to call greener
just miles of gold
6. tonight’s research:
aircraft carriers
the southern cross
7. arranging a snack plate
take two:
hummus
lettuce
olives
carrots
tortilla chips
shannon and i
crunching
work has never felt
so much like home
8. no one ever told me
i could do this
elbowdeep
in my own poems
no one ever said
the world is yours baby girl
and i am finding the language
to tell myself
and if my middle name is ambition
my first name
is intrepid
detail collector 