(2013)
some metal piece out of place disturbs everything and suddenly i’m windbound on a calm night. left to my own devices,
Fish fry in Benoit. Joyce brings a hundred dollars in cod and beer almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s
something feels as though it is at unease because it has not settled.
Fish fry in Benoit. Joyce brings a hundred dollars in… almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s just too easy
the still rising sun calls to you to rise; early morning dawn light brings you to a particular log and leaves you there,
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
before you go, things left undone. loose ends, too many to tie so quickly.
when you get started and you don’t… start digging slowly and softly, move things around. i turned over a rock
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–
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.
A stone in the lake old as water. Older than any question. Older than dirt and more stubborn. Round.
everyone sees the red-torn deer ca… the mess made dragging her to be shouldered, everyone gawks and shifts the weight of
leeks bursting seedpods, equinox of our summer, moon becoming full.