Rolling

Pretty endless tearing
Ripping
Falling

Networks of knots and not letting go, spaghetti for super, red wine, steamed broccoli, flesh.

Trim off the extra
Fat
Tatters
Edges
Unravelling threads

Scream, asleep, free

Sunny Supper Spiders

scrimshaw

a deep dive on this expedition to the sun, to the thick hot center of life and love you found a heart beating, a heart overflowing, a heart bursting into ribbons, streamers for supper and slick viscera torn from flesh to nourish and satisfy. that large pot over that hot fire. that large wooden spoon, hanging on the wall, mysteriously. empty ceilings, vaulted, redwood, musty. one spider dropped down, landing on your hat and we caught it and i'm not sure where it ended up. i wanted to take it, across the street, and leave it in a tree but possibly you just flushed it, or smashed it in a piece of toilet paper. i'm curious what color its insides are. are they yellow? are they thick? can we paint with them a picture of a meadow of flowers or a sunny apron in a dated kitchen, also musty, also dark and cold in the winter. i want a fire to curl up by, i want cold to protect against, but you give me this warm sunny perfection

and i'm confused.

escape

thumping thump thump

making spaces squeeeezzeee and pop
airless
limp

colorful confetti garbage, swept up and under, around, through, over, and down the drain. out to sea on golden wings like some special mythical bird. out to death or for doing somersaults and screaming all the while.

don't swing too high

how do you decide
when is now and ok and enough

pretty lady
pretty gun

shiver

peanuts and headaches and wet string, slobber, and sore wrists and toenails and tennis players under bright lights, and a shiver, and a wish, and longing...

tripping over

loose rocks

falling down

"you will find..."

plenty of sunshine, plenty of talking and plenty of indulging. plenty of opportunities, lost.

plenty of old clothes, plenty of new soft pillows...

drop me off