green winged teal

on east 5th between caton and albamarle

people are tight

they see or hear lightning bug

like a circuit bat

ocean

it's just so interesting

so me and the playboys

loaded the trunk with AKs

and we're combin' the streets

-addicted to this shit.

marigold

i can see a different place
it's so weird
that it's not like here

i'm reading moby dick
writing in a neon green journal
drinking french vanilla coffee

60 degrees fahrenheit

a sweatshirt encases me

at work

september

i take a lot of train rides

i go to a job for 8 hours

wake

there was that whole time
in 1999

i don't know

cold and wet and stuff

my face
was really close to pine needles

shark tooth necklace

i was blown a kiss in the park

the man said, 'hey cutie',

had his hands rolled up

in his sweatshirt

starts at morning

i have kelty tools

plenty of lumber

i'm pacing the grass,

the sound of work,

on my house going up

screwdrivers

i didn't slide my fingers through my hair full of shampoo

i woke up and ate pb&j, did laundry,
and removed my AC

last summer

when the marinara sauce
spit on to the white stove top,
you swayed your flower skirt
across the field
under the tall trees,
holding his hand.
it didn't matter that
your Latvian cousin had attractive
hair, he couldn't
laugh the same.
i go away from the dock
down the beaten, bouncing
trail; the shore tree's
roots spring.
the water makes chilled sounds
up out of the shades.