from the depth of the pacific. to the height of everest. and still the world is smoother. than a shiny ball-bearing. so i take a few steps back. and put on a wider lens.
I'm imagining your frame. Every angle and every plane. I'm imagining your smell. The one that mingled with mine. . Once upon a time thoughts of you. Are picketing my brain.
I got pulled over in west Texes. So they could look inside my car. He said are you an American citizen. I said. Yes sir. So far. They made sure I wasn't smuggling.
I walk in stride with people. Much taller than me. And partly it's the boots but. Mostly it's my chi. And I'm becoming transfixed. With nature and my part in it.
Looks like my crazy family. Is down one crazy daughter 'cause. I'm shipwrecked in a desert that. Once was underwater just. . Looking for a swift turn of phrase.
I saw on the poster. My name was printed. Just a little bit smaller. I can tell you need to stand. Just a little bit taller. No one ever talks about it.
Emancipated minor. Well directed, brilliantly casted. Riding a Greyhound down to the city. With her fake I.D. and a hell of a little hand basket. . Little game of seesaw, then he came to claim her.