In the Shape of a Lizard

You kept a lizard necklace on,

even when you slept.

I asked you, “Why do you always wear that?”

You said it reminded you of last Summer

when you lived in Pensacola

and worked at Harrison’s Feed Store.

There was a leak that dripped 

and made a spot on the floor in the shape 

of a lizard in the break room.

I found a

crumpled up letter in 

your top drawer while I looked

for my grey Oberlin sweatshirt.

Written on the letter:

"Sarah, keep this letter and this

necklace, even if you never

come home,

I will always love you.”

I asked you what you left behind

when you moved to Ohio.

You grabbed your green lizard necklace.

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Sleeping in the Art Gallery

We were laying under a collage

of a mansion in the woods,

guarded by krishna

sitting in a hotrod shooting 

reflective flames -

Two mattresses pushed together like life rafts 

on a hardwood sea, my body flat and spread

like a starfish, yours straight and pensive 

like a pillar candle, waxy, melted 

and re-solidified over and over.

I reach for your hand and you pull away,

"This probably isn’t a good idea"

Isn’t necessarily what I had 

hoped to hear,

but it was what I needed.

If I was skin on bone,

you were bandaid needed,

but torn away quickly.

UFOs dancing in the rafters,

I fell asleep with my arm across 

you, because my thoughts 

had aligned two stars

at the wrong time.

Krishna laughing from the wall 

could not have guided me.

Flight Attendant

Being a tourist because of a funeral

can leave you seeing mountains

and sunrises

while your mind is full of piles of dirt

and sunsets.

Can a camera hang around your neck

under the palms in California

while thoughts of rosaries hanging from necks,

their beads like black condensation

and rain drops that always fall 

during funerals

move through your head?

Flight attendants bringing 

refreshments and neck pillows

as you fly over farms and cities,

like the boat of charon above the living -

The thought of a black hole forming

in the plane and sucking everyone 

out, ascending them into the heavens

as if their souls are to be freed 

from their bodies.

Rainfall taps on the metal wings.

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Variations In the Earth’s Orbit

Sometimes what we remember 

is not the same as what we see on photographs

piled in blue suitcases kept in attics - 

Men smile and show their teeth

like wolves disguised as sheep -

        Grandpa with his sweet smile

        as he hugs grandma in 1973.

        “Grand Canyon Vacation!”

        We do not see the bruises

        from when he drank too 

        much tequila and she 

        burnt dinner.

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Bees are nature’s 3D printer

Fucking bees are the best.

Fuck yes they are.

what the actual fuck bees. why are you engineering geniuses

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"Awkward is what normal sounds like."

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