(2012)
the Aurora roared above us and in sweeping, arcing curves mimicked the path of the luge.
Truck sounds like metal on metal– grinding coughing hard–
when you get started and you don’t… start digging slowly and softly, move things around. i turned over a rock
tension stretching strings of muscle in the dirt warmth next to wildflowers, my feet stepping in prayers.
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.
it is March now. winter hangs on while spring looks on waiting.
sit in a tunnel fall at the northernmost point trip around the sun.
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
leeks bursting seedpods, equinox of our summer, moon becoming full.
After close, the image loosens until it is just being held together.
Fish fry in Benoit. Joyce brings a hundred dollars in… almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s just too easy
Fish fry in Benoit. Joyce brings a hundred dollars in cod and beer almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s
everyone sees the red-torn deer ca… the mess made dragging her to be shouldered, everyone gawks and shifts the weight of
the still rising sun calls to you to rise; early morning dawn light brings you to a particular log and leaves you there,
we held the dream between our holding hands. we held our hands in the warmth of my coat pocket