She stood in the wheat field at the golden hour. She saw the melting horizon in all directions. No mountains, no hills, no fences, no walls. The wheat flicking her thighs and behind-her-knees, she stood frozen like she would fall up into the sky or roll down the edges and right off. She had come for a walk among the wheat, for ideas, for answers.
She left with less than she thought she had.

I fall asleep to a hum I feel more than hear
- a neighbor’s fridge?

They’ll find six pounds of honeycomb there next year.

In the morning,
three perfect endive-leaf insect wings on my pillow.

We’ll use your body to make flower chain crowns.

She ate rose petals,
and with her hands to the ground,
she felt the earthworms’
chants vibrate from the soil below.

And so quickly did she puddle – spilled candle wax under a waning moon –

slowly starting to slice silently into a juicy tomato and to have barely imperceptibly snapped the skin and – dust –




that I wondered if she had been real at all.

The dunes ten thousand miles away
hum for ten thousand years.

A hum I feel through my feet when I breathe hard,
bent over the kitchen sink,
gasping for air between big, fat
gulps of chalky tap water.

I refill the glass and hand it to him.

I have two sweet flowers
the brightest ever seen
they smile at me each time I pass
reaching out to me
giving love, kisses, and hugs
my children
sure to blossom into sunshine rays

so I went with my dad to his therapist today.
I mean, I just stayed in the waiting room
but this older lady came in and was kind of frantic
and I was just reading a magazine
and she's like, I wish I could be as calm as you.
you remind me of my step daughter.
I'm admiring your long eyelashes.
you're so calm, I wish I was more like you.
and then she asked if I was waiting for someone, and I told her yes.

so then she said something like, "you're lucky not to be like us."

I wiped it off my sleeve
So you couldn't see it
I watered down the words
So that you couldn't read it
You mean much more to me
Than you even know
And it would be wrong of me
To let you see the things I have to show

So I let you go
And you'll never know