Have I forgot how to write? How to push my fingers onto keys how to read how to wring dry magic from a shrove biscuit how to see how to watch the horizon how to divine pea tendrils how to stuff my guts into a bag and throw the bag over the bridge into the Skagit river? Have I forgot how to dance at dawn in my stupid nightgown how to breathe underwater how to rustle my gills how to shed my flight feathers how to outgrow my skeleton? Have I forgot how to bake how to drive how to clean how to plant how to be human here and there and someday there?
Hello hello Darklings. I have been far and wide. The inside of my mouth is dry a burden but not a regret. I might remember how to navigate. Today the island exploded with yellow the daffodils have been here but the forsythia arrived overnight. There is too much now to say and so I dip my crushed left great toe in to test. There is too much to say that has gone unsaid and so here I am dipping my toe in the ocean here I am saying hello! Hello! Are you there?
Panic diary 1
Mushrooms hold their spongy heads as I pass
there goes weeper in her boots and mask
my heart explodes (again) milk shivers
spring lamb spills her body a blood container
shivering in the grass so wet and beautiful
when two humans slow dance to no music
tomorrow is Bach's birthday one breathes revolution
the slow version dancing alone in my kitchen in bare feet