macintosh apples in southern oregon
10.01.2015-10.15.2015
a little injury among victories
transplants me exactly where i am
no tick no flea all belly, the luxury
of wild fur in your fingers
i’m not the baby but i do rock me
& then i swing me, greenly
drink the afterwhiskey, still swinging
my heart also grows in spirals
but i can only document my head
i am beating and turning and emptying
out and opening up and beastly
the sky of local clouds parts & the sun
breaks the woods, soft legion
comfort w/ reds surrounded by greens
mid-week irrelevance in the gutted
phone booth
when i fall, i fall to the east
of exactly where i am