Another woman tells me that she wants to be buried in a pet cemetery between a Goldendoodle named, “Chomsky” and a Poodle named, “Rath”. I tell her this information is not related to the survey being conducted. “Who knows who I could be buried next to in a human cemetery? I don’t want to risk being buried next to some pervert.”

if we sold palpitations you would be overflowing with ears of corn.
(i would buy your silence with boiled placentas to mince in your
gut-station
or perhaps outside)

elsewhere,
a man barked
and blood jumped into my mouth

Marlon Brando is Johnny, and The Rebels know
their leader’s cool, like in the first scene
at the Squaresville cycle race,
Johnny just strolls across the track,
sending riders sliding into bales of hay.

I or maybe you swung there and I took a lemon from
the tree and bit down hard and the juice tasted like a
burst of citronella or the way the hardwood smelled
in the early summer and the swing kept going back
and forth while the juice dribbled down my chin

There is leopard print involved. 
For, in another dress, Gram has seen 
a leopard in its natural habitat. 
They became friends. 

Desperate to see the bones beneath amusement, I began

in the garden, followed the bullmoose stirring
the air outside, his quiet right to be alive opened wide

I envy the corpse of that doe
kissed with ferocity/attention
an armadillo soccer-balled
                          on the highway
                                    trees dead/one day into spring

cremation jewelry
memorial services
how much does it cost to replace a window
small cremation urn
            >star wars creation urns