A Kale Sprout Seeks Enlightenment

I stretch into tree pose,
reach for the short light

June at the Abyss

A is going around telling
our friends I’m falling in love.

My word for the year is savor—
as in this ripe Anjou pear,

views through balistraria arrow loop loopholes arrowslit the way ruins fall

Especially our own: so I’ll start with a bonfire
sometime before I met you, winter solstice

Famous people die in threes.
Bacon grease goes in a coffee can under the sink.

After a lavender scented bath
I pick up a new purple colored panty