April 16th

Incense and a paper plate

Andromeda

Rainy day

Do not ask for talents
Or ease
But seek intimacy with God

April 2nd

the boys swing their lasso's
they strangle hooves

Meanwhile
we drove to a glassy river just to watch the ice crack and call out taunts in a deep blue voice
I imagined my feet to be webbed black and gluey like the baby goose dropping feathers as he flew
First his feet stick to the frost as he tries to take off
then he's in the air
spastic, writhing and fleeing past the yellow sun heading towards the red foot bridge