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

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

we held the dream between our holding hands. we held our hands in the warmth of my coat pocket

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

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

Truck sounds like metal on metal– grinding coughing hard–

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

the best strawberry is the smallest, not-in-the-garden strawberry that grows between and beneath the grass and tallgrass

the Aurora roared above us and in sweeping, arcing curves mimicked the path of the luge.

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

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

some metal piece out of place disturbs everything and suddenly i’m windbound on a calm night. left to my own devices,

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

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.

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