descendent

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your chute
light as leaf
an umbrella
umbilical
&
tiny feet
dropping down
in gentle pursuit
Mary Poppins
the tree tops
are fast

and I still haven’t opened

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SQUEALING

stuck
injecting
in a tiny trap
house
on a green
island
raining
a jungle of
cable
internet a
septic
tank
I run a
maze
grow bananas
wait
for delivery
departure
line up
for my plastic
sippy cup
eat
pancakes
stack
lion’s mane
Bromantane
for breakfast
nootropics
family
replacement
new tropical
smoothie
maker
I’m a
prime member
of the Amazon
my work
in the garden
a duck pond
an empty
kiddy pool
over it
an antler
bromeliad
sprouting
hunting trophy
a certification
of my triumph
and
the plot
next to it?
my head
repatriated
from my tail
still moving

Surely That’s Poetry

she had a feeling
where once she had been an empty balloon
she memorized
Frost
Sweet Jane
rhyme
that’s poetry
but then her period ended
cramps
stained everything she touched
surely that’s poetry
her pretend first date
and dumped back 15 minutes later
the tag still attached to her new dress
half sentences
one line per page
notebook scrawl
muffled
changing lines
iChing
surely that’s poetry
all these copies
at workshop
Wednesday night
next to the bearded lady
Franceye rocking
right there
in the next seat
tapping her Birkenstock
white chin hair
listening