I long for his yellow hair
his clumsy hands
and most especially
his green and
gleaming
bones

Heavy in the labyrinth of
Mysteries, you come
to do the work

of a god you don’t
believe in.

I have bought oil and gas
from the shady-ass company
who drilled through the Snork Pole
long before they messed up Pensacola.

Skimpy,
you eediot, she says over and over. We don’t
know if she’s ever even watched the show,
she doesn’t know “Log,” so we really have no proof.

All is sky until the soft air whips by
bouncing bouncing off my head my shoulders
my hands hard-packing projectiles my eyes
scanning for a friend to destroy

You learned
“expunged” means your file still exists but only
government officials would be able to see it,
like those in airports who can allow or deny you
entry as if you were an emotional support animal.

while I wonder what episode
of Danger Mouse I could be watching
right now, right this very second,
as I careen into Shawnee Zahr,
undisputed Teen Queen of Heaven,

Instead of sleeping like everyone else in the infusion lab,
I flirt with the dietician even after she’s
made fun of my flip phone and looked at
my coconut water judgmentally.

Cloud Keeper leans back

against the Caring Meter Reader,

listens to it chime,

and lights a glowing cigarette.

I don’t want the room to work

this hard. Half-drunk

can of IPA sweating

on the windowsill, thermostat

too high.

like the tree that hosts moths
and sips sun i am pushing all of my
clear spirit out to myriad branches
until some of the world splits the yolk of me
and i run golden and glowing

It was hard to hear my own voice.

The wind often took my breath away,

and my sister’s laughs

were carried away

on its currents.

I’m opening my wings like a black cormorant sunning
itself on a rock. My bill is a hotbed of fish-bodies:

So the tweet continues to tell me
the translucent eight-legged water bear’s

belly glows gold because it accidentally
consumed its aragonite mouth.

What begins can end.
Bodies that never settle
can’t tell the difference.