November 2019

The river was deep & wide.

                                           Wild girls grew along

the riverbanks. Wild strawberries grew

          among the...

or i swear i’m gonna burn this motherfucker down.
doctor don’t think i’ll do it. he say real
girls like boys. you sure you real?  he say he use
science, but i know he a witch. he say
hormone pills take first-borns, second-borns,
every...

If  I claim this poem presents the tundra
swans we saw at first light, you might,
wrongly, think of  Yeats at Coole.

Or 9-&-50 other suppositions. In fact,
the blue slate of this lake reflected formerly
some blockchain constellations. Alas

now for mimesis; a star necklace...