10.

and the violet creeps toward me slipping
through small buildings as they blush fluorescent

still moisture blankets reach for the
mountains, but they don't care I
imagine them hearing that dog
barking with a laugh while rightward
black trees are disappearing

the sparks on my hill's sister flitted
lost, the cost of sparkling eyes and their
playground. (tree whispers take over, birdflapping
wings, hush dear,
what you see is yours.

9.

So if language were to be surreal
to feel, to chill, to lose the hill
takes grass made of book pages
familiar voices tumbling, causing that
rumbling inside flying shark tooth
razor blade roller shade, I'm
taking a break from rations.
Supposing it's fashion, kick boot
cups till naan crumbles into
ghost juice, loose, tomato,
tomato.

8. (playing with translations)

Small Flag of Ellie

In chute strict taste and star light kitchen,
why don' Had the first personnels to say
by everybody in t who' S has not been
girl I and so on. About from feeling your
key 3 years do not examine the sunlight
the creation. Continual rui completely [barahu

Small Indicator of Ellie

Accurate taste of the increase, spangled inside
the kitchen, because don't has all the first
person with all, of that it admits when who
it will be; that the girl was not me etc. three
years of the seen one of stews to a
manufacture of the sun, no trend. Talent, of
that they make the intelligent number of all
the plant of the ice of the mosquitoes
pulling, of what alternating blows of the
unit of processing, increase of Frida Kahlo in
our hall, its impression.

Recognizing Ellie

The exact taste of
shoot, in the starry kitchen, why don't
have a
very first person to
no one says
who's that girl
I was not
etc.

The years from focus
look at a making
in sunshine, no
mood.

Talent knocking all the ice plant
wise series of gnats, ghost
Frida Kahlo
climb to our living room,
make your impression.

7.

Well, for the most part it's half-truths,
quarter-truths, failing proofs you know
won't make it through two rounds of
testing.
The less of it looks surface-like:
stillness ripples rip still.
It's where my father smiles at me
not so true as real.

They're trying to let me get away
with whatever I want and slip-poof!
a degree on my knee nobody
will look at.
I'll get lots of practice, suppose,
in still ripples still ripping.

Thousands of layers of thought,
he said. So I saw birds raw
lungs and sand and a girl sewing
closed my vagina.
stop that.
drowning.
rippling still.
still.

6.

And I am so glad we brought our friends
to the spot where rippling glass sounds like
laughs as it slides over a rock shaped
like shoulder blades.

And I am so sad that all of the Time
you are feeling something that's brother
is drowning, whose mother is screaming,
whose father is rage.

And I am so unsure of what will come in
all of the tomorrows I will tie to you.
Perhaps we'll come back to the sneezing creek
stealing our insight.

Or perhaps we'll leave on a haze of
imagination and planes and turn scary days
into adventure games where we'll let
uncertainty fill our sails.

5.

And for the rest of the day, they couldn't

speak to each other. A fat mound of hurt

and fear wriggled between them, a dying

demon.

Let the winds blow it away, let time

take it from us. It is unnatural here. This

land of love.

He still made her a sandwich. Knock twice

on the bedroom door.

She still put water for two in the kettle. The

soft whistle pulls him near.

And yet they both turned their heads

upwards when rain started licking the roof.

Cleanse us.

So when lightning struck, she went to the couch

and climbed on top of him.

The hurt was all alone, in the corner.

4.

and nevermind whale chatter, love splatter on
jeans. and nevermind forest green signs erupting
like bamboo from the grey.
but keep in mind ticket times, now we
can't be late, or you'll be sorry.
and put it in at 4 o'clock and let it steep
till someone sounds the bell--ding! till someone
knocks the door--drop!
so i'll get you a pet pidgeon for Christmas. and
i'll kiss the squish of your nose. and i'll
rise with you and close my eyes for
you and do my hair how you like it.
i'm trying to tell you i'll take it.
it being whatever it is that you can give me.
and so just keep in mind i'm always clutching
the touchings, the clippings of your dark. they're
in my breast pocket, and nevermind, but its
keeping me warm.