Late flies large as nearly extinct black bees
burrow in wisteria
when the desert has all the carcasses
Flies grow L’s for legs
the world often barely perceptible, its sometime sugary smell
a rustic divination, a chainlink
Debt builds
credit,
the envelopes tower on the kitchen counter
tilt day’s movement from spring to
summer, when at last there is time, huge delivered cubes of it
to open all newspapers shoved under couch, tape some
on walls, make links
with a red Sharpie
and still I cannot learn
our kingdom its cages
At Rite Aid: Infinite Shine 2 Lacquer nail polish
named Withstands Test of Thyme
an aqua transbluent sage, nice
Women in sundresses, shirtless men, fish trapped
by ecstatic children brown, white
carrying magenta-haired dolls into river
sky blue remote bot drones
Balancing red snapper arranged on a plate, signature
cocktails, browser, dowser,
bitching on my vacay, I ride tidal galaxy in gulf whitecaps
I have time to think
how does one
make of time
a servant
not the other way around––when there is nothing to do one can
discern a divine intervention from an ambrosial urban myth
it is an extremely
advanced yoga pose
to enact
such a dimension of
“here I am” and “there are
others” above the Pacific, pelicans in military formation
make a feathered V, I say a few words
into an abandoned silo
I say “citizen of the world”
up to blown sky––
I say welcome to our infinite, unmerciful, eternal estrangement, home
to the girl from Oaxaca crossed over
a placenta’s swell
> she says this partnership is not working out
a purple martin in deleafed tree
whenever I say I it sounds extrajudicial,
the fine sprays of misunderstood words also say
check out shelf with local honey
it will help you
breathe better
and be dreamful companion
to polyglot strangers who built our republic,
their strolling, ghostly greenish speckled shade cast under oaks
already a chainlink
hitch to her stride
Radio says
put saucer of sugar water out if you see a weak black bee
And if there is no place
to park the car
why did you get in it
I wonder if courage in one world
can create an expanse in another
Is it akin to lovers who are alive in each other?
Pushing my cart past the shelves
the grocery aisle says sea salt
is a sorryass hygienic tragedy
When I check out, the robot thanks me for doing its work
I say we’re still alive in a polite tone
In the morning the river is busy
dividing an uncracked code
Everlasting