Monday, August 24, 2020

cloudless sulphur (phoebis sennae)

Zhou, Billie and Edith in heaven
the plan to burn 3 tiny flags
thinking more about
the matching and the rhyming
Symphony in Blue
a chartreuse butterfly's infatuation with red tail lights
Why Should I Love You?
which is green plus purple for sure
and we've done been knowing
via Minnie the Perfect pink Angel
how ascending notes get you closer to heaven
and descending notes are like raindrops
that water the dirt and fill the river

what always runs but never walks,
often murmurs, never talks, 
has a bed but never sleeps, 
has a mouth but never eats?

Saturday, August 22, 2020

dewdrop trellis

with each night of dreaming
the necessary processes 
draw nearer to their conclusions
everything is almost-solved

in this second world
tasks are delegated equally
no one man gets all the credit  
on the seventh day, we redistribute rest

a black flower with a pulsing rainbow periphery
8 variations on one woman 
the elegant design 
of our specific functions

consider what the point might be
of indoctrinating children with magic
through media and schooling 
then abruptly cutting them off at a certain age 

if magic is what makes us human
and consciously or otherwise, we all want to go back
perhaps the longing of separation is only installed
to motivate productivity and reproduction

to make us capable of persuasion at all
either way, I dare you 
to live each and every minute
like whiskers on kittens 

Friday, August 21, 2020


1 mandarin orange
3 slices fiesta cheese pizza
1 purple lollipop
1 pink hard candy
1 paper cup of brut rose
1 paper cup sandia y basil jugo
1 cucumber limon gatorade
1 cool blue gatorade
1 seltzer poured into half full gatorade
1 couple cup passionfruit green tea w/ chia seeds + lavender milk tea w/ honey boba
1 pink concha cut in thirds
1 chocolate concha cut in thirds
1 white cinnamon concha cut in thirds
1 elephant ear cut in thirds
17 takis fuego
5 plantain chips
1 cup vegetable broth ("free soup")
4 tamales
6 chicken yakitori
1 liquore strega + seltzer + angostura orange bitters + lime + ice cube


Tuesday, August 18, 2020

hair clip 2.0

we walk into Morris park 
the trail along the creek
he follows me on the way in
I see every leaf, mica fish scale, pebble 
as distinct, outlined
like a paint by numbers of the woods
we sit on rocks to talk
I take off my shoes and socks
place my feet in the creek up to my ankles
dip my hands up to my wrists
Cowboy chews on sticks
walks through the water like a buffalo
comes up to me wet to nuzzle
we talk in a circle
I stare at tiny fish 
then dry my feet with my socks
put my shoes back on 
and we leave the park
I follow him on the way out
deserve is a complicated word

Monday, August 17, 2020

all dogs

beautifully balanced towers of dishes
perfect brown boxes packing themselves 
you can't keep a good dog down plays
I braid Celia’s hair / it braids itself
and we look into the sherbet expanse
that is a cartoon sky
I’m obsessed with the order 
of primary, secondary & tertiary
how orange is glow
how heaven is clocks
I know a lot about my own 
boring book of days 
and having to enchant the gatekeeper
to get back in the mix
harnessing the color wheel 
plus the circle of fifths
and endless Venn diagrams 

Sunday, August 16, 2020


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



drank a cup of 

pre-covid, filled with 

The Cafe

a bottle of wine

history up thru 

my feet



my phone 


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

Saturday, August 15, 2020

the sight of the fantasy / the seen of the crime

everyone wants to go back

to the site, to the scene

of favorite fleeting configuration(s)

and wild combos

but there is a way to keep things so raw 

they don’t calcify

into nostalgia or trauma

and instead keep kicking like 

fish in a stocked pond

or pot marigold 

reseeding itself

just listen in closely

for all the world’s rhyming 

and keep composing anew each day

like hitting refresh on memory

Sunday, August 2, 2020


zen yenta for the first time in my whole entire life

like magic is 100% the truest thing I know

joke that Kayla and I are so zen 

you could call us the yin yang twins 

stupidest and funniest thing to me 

I laugh all day

letting in ideas 

that were just behind glass

all along

feeling like a bread and puppet ass bitch


wax dipped passion flower 

river mussel shell butterfly 

wind chime

thinking again more clearly

about the mom/dad/god wind chime

knowing I can finally write

a song that isn't sad

adorn myself with 

every single color of the rainbow

if I want

I walk to visit the fence with the passionflowers

they need water, wilting a little

but I'm not worried, it'll rain

on the way I run into everyone I want to see 

Will and Sam by the community garden

so easy 

to love everyone now

I want to free everyone I meet

thank everyone for who they are

I keep thinking about Stanley’s dangly rhinestone earring 

glinting in the sun against his weathered face

how tired he must be

how to release him too

same age as mom, same cycle of abuse

he must be so tired

blowing kisses 

to the sun

all those clever little squirrels and sparrows

the moon, the stars

to Jamie and the whole cast of angels

thank you 

thank you 

thank you

cherish every moment of preparing an improvised meal

for myself

slowly, pausing to choose the best song

the best song

the best song

dash of this dash of that 

knowing what my body wants

eating it slowly, pacing

picking it up, setting it down

finally let myself just slip into sleep 

and dream

dream hidden fears slipping away

some I didn’t even know were buried

watching them like a documentary 

had to do with the lines in my hand and 

having babies I’m scared to ruin

and I’m forgetting 


the big ideas I was taking for granted as permanent 

I’ve been so unable to truly love

unable to access what I make as love


what a joke

I was talking on a rotary phone 

on the top floor of an old inn

Lucia was looking after my toddler in the next room

sent her to me when I hung up 

and it was so natural to lift her in my arms

I wish I could remember the other parts 

it was so straight forward

such direct refuting of specific bullshit

three different palms

each with varying degrees of wrinkles on the life line 

the emptiest and fullest vanishing for one that was 

just right

honest and open

I accept 

just being 

just being

is who we truly are

just walking through the neighborhood 

fucking laughing 

to myself

how perfectly 

it all checks out

it's literally too much to write

I keep it in my pocket

like a lucky rock 

why is it all so beautiful this fake dream this craziness why?

love and love and love and love

feeling like an actual phoenix

I wake up and the sky is overcast

I know I'll be able to drink coffee again today

and the flowers will get their rain

<3 <3 <3