the summer stormswept in from the southwith winds whippingtrees to fury;a duck’s hiss of hailpummeling us to safety what unexpected luckto find the greyed lean-toin the middle of the woodyour hair a mess of wetstuck to your forehead,your t-shirt clinginglike the old flameI would […]

sometimes a gooseis just a goosebut sometimesit’s a murderbotso don’t stopthe car, gary

it’s never whatyou think it isbut thank godit isn’t what youthought it wasn’t

outbound plane:heat waves on tarmacpropel empty promises

the squirrelsor maybe chipmunksbecause squirrelsget blamed foreverything solet’s not jumpto conclusionsbut anywaysomething dugup the tulip bulbs& gnawed themto bits so sorryabout that

sleep arriveson a metro busbelching passengerson to sidewalksfilled with streetvendors hawkingdiet advice & cheapseen-on-TV products& maybe that’s whyI woke up in thenight to pee onthe corner fern;forgive me, I wasdistracted by theshiny Rolexes

the waspwrithed wetsmears onthe deck,its nesta pulpdot mashedbeneath mybirkenstock—let me goas fast& unexpected,a flash orgasp beforeoblivion