I’m counting sheep on their hills, butterflies on silk screens, cherries on Black Forest cake, and

A soul ablaze, with mind of water, and form of shattered steel. Winds tear sails and

She was      a pieced-together preposition      dangling off incomplete parents      unbraiding vibrant yellow and

to sit in that car with you forever,a winter night where we slowlyfreeze to death together.

Down at the dog park my big girl smells bad.She needs a bath. Marbled godwit lurkson

Made from the oil of the Chinese water snake, which is rich in the omega-3 acids

aimless now, frenetic among the crumbs. Hill home scattered violently, victim of a child’s capricious shoe.

I wonder if I can write a MCRWVBL*PM poem anymore. It’s been years. Let’s try: Yaode,