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the prayer in me

float-flitting about and about again
back-forth-backing
the small bird seen from loft window
as morning makes itself
the i.d. book tells me is a gnatcatcher
_______
my only wish if it were my birthday today
i say on the way to harvest the last of the  peas to baigz whose birthday it actually is
would be for rain
_______
the particular plunk of blueberries
(the diameter of a nickel)
as we drop them into plastic buckets celebrating
first bloobs of the season

_______
tyler in the kitchen letting out a whoop
at the first drops of rain and from the lab,
i yell out a yeyyyyeeeeeessssssssssssss!
and from somewhere down the way
I can hear baigz cheering too
_______
how the first crack of thunder
(after a flash of bright so brilliant it is visible even
in the daylight)
splits everything around me in half
including myself
so holy there is no difference
between the prayer in it and the prayer
in me
_______
the tineiest of tiny elderberry flowers
i pluck from the tree for identifying – 
turns out they are indeed elderberry
and later gift them to baigz
birthday elderberry! i proclaim while giving it to him
(and later, i pick up hail – birhtday hail! – and gift him one
and put two in my apple cider and fizzy water drink)
_______
the bright red of unripe berries and the 
deep purple of the ripe ones
found several yards outside my door
a delicious walk
_______
the something like opera that comes out of my mouth
when i encounter a raccoon about four feet from me
at face level
in the beam of my headlamp
and after the opera
how i tell raccoon loud as i can
to go away
_______
how some nights (like tonight) are oil lamp nights
even though the electricity isn’t out
it’s the lightning and rain that made me do it

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‘good life’ knuckle tattoos for all

1. cutting through fogcold morning
on the green clydesdale
these hours
are not cruel

2. cardamom pods
broken open and crushed
essence
opening me up
whole
and
clear

3. geese sounds
migrating across blue spring sky
8am
between kitchen back door
and walk-in

4. digital photo essay
involving the tofu army
and shining knives

5. stop-in at dovetail
morgan hands sweetsalty trail mix cookie
wrapped in white paper
over
for free
while i rain
2 dollar bills
into tipjar

6. four quarters for the man
who asks
if i can spare any change
outside walgreens
puppy tucked into
the fold of his coat

7. tortas
sugarspeckled
with anise flavor and sesame
imported
from spain
handmade
from 100 year-old recipe
each one wrapped
in wax

8. molly wins the house dinner crown
fried chicken and tofu
coleslaw
mashed potatoes
greens
sauerkraut
barbeque and dijon sauce from scratch
not just any old coleslaw
not just any old mashed potatoes
not just any old greens
but, like, the best in the world
and then there’s that chocolate cayenne cake
and a house meeting
tucked between courses
with chore chart resolutions

9. corinne
chomping fried chicken to the bone
fireside
i half excpect a sloshing chalice
of red wine
and anticipate the tossing of thighbones
over shoulder
this is what we mean
by good life

10. at some point
we decide upon
the necessity of donning a top hat
while topping the houseboy
or anyone else in general
just to avoid confusion

11. we also give the house
its second name:
the top hat

12. pushing down
on held-out arms
through truths
and lies
to test
for polarization

13. good life
cursive knuckle tattoos for all
in fine point black ink

14. three sprigs of lavender
goldwrapped
for the prince
upon the departure
from his gentle kingdom
to florida
where they should change the state motto
from the sunshine state to
the top surgery state

15. club name:
the circular file
dj name:
fake plastic spider

16. raccoons
snorting like pigs
and squeak squealing
i can’t tell
if they’re fucking
or fighting
right outside my window
but they sound young and small


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