little did they know that Dido was famous for RED
grabbed his chin and kissed him full on, with fear and tongue and, when he closed his eyes, rainbow rings around a piece of toast.
matching the impossible beat
like a rubber band
It is “Summertime Clothes.” You are turning
on sand – you are thirteen years old, very large
painful knees. You squint. Saltwater drips from your bangs.
Your friend is a child like you. You walk hot-
footed on the gritty bar between the road and the grass along
the side of the road. The other beach glimmers like the end
of a tunnel. A doe and fawn appear
blurrylegged in the road crossing. They twitch their tails, bend
their necks. You swat
a mosquito on your arm. Your friend falls behind
to take a picture with a disposable camera.
You go out late at night to look at the stars but it’s cloudy and your friend shivers under a sleeping bag.
Ten years later you take a ferry and lean out
over the rail over the blurry back of Leviathan.
Pretty much all I know about safety in the kitchen is:
use a big enough knife, use a sharp knife, and don’t burn yourself.
Pure Land Bison Mandala (detail)
acrylic with possum bone
The great eroder of pop culture dialogue has itself begun to erode.