tension stretching strings of muscle in the dirt warmth next to wildflowers, my feet stepping in prayers.

refreshing to know there’s still n… that’s unsure of its footing. love that’s unsure of what to do a… standing in the truck head-light g… feeling small

Fish fry in Benoit. Joyce brings a hundred dollars in… almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s just too easy

Truck sounds like metal on metal– grinding coughing hard–

something feels as though it is at unease because it has not settled.

leeks bursting seedpods, equinox of our summer, moon becoming full.

After close, the image loosens until it is just being held together.

the truck is gone. the truck is scrap. (just that one half of the bumper, just that license plate from Big… everything else is gone.

sit in a tunnel fall at the northernmost point trip around the sun.

jump in the truck, and disappear in moments measured in rust, that flakes off in the friction of…

everyone sees the red-torn deer ca… the mess made dragging her to be shouldered, everyone gawks and shifts the weight of

A stone in the lake old as water. Older than any question. Older than dirt and more stubborn. Round.

before you go, things left undone. loose ends, too many to tie so quickly.

Fish fry in Benoit. Joyce brings a hundred dollars in cod and beer almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s

when you get started and you don’t… start digging slowly and softly, move things around. i turned over a rock