Sunday, August 16, 2020

baguette-me-not

us Three Women 
stopped at the crosswalk
feeding each other bread 
as we walk home from the store
I do our laundry 
hang it up on the porch
it stays a little damp cos it rains all night
when folding I love guessing
who is whose
I note that 
C has always had powerful socks
and K has lots of bleachy items
but I also get some smaller items wrong 
which I also love

when I close my eyes

theres [enough!] looped beats

    I’m doing flips 

at those Philadelphia 

gas stations

round and

    round wall of virus

full body/august


when I close my eyes

theres love, reasons

Coffee 

Drama

drank a cup of 

pre-covid, filled with 

The Cafe

a bottle of wine

history up thru 

my feet

poetry 

    propped

my phone 

redeemed


Home (the feeling)

in my blood like 

the s's 

in east coast


counting our exclusive

evenings of

the shortest summer ever 

if summer means together


the garden flowers on our dinner