with only two fish : we can become goddesses ourselves
crowned crows peck eyes for virgin sunrise & suicides
they slip between our fingers : sage bush & rabbit’s foot
howled we prance armed with fistfuls of bloodroses
bundled we sneak into podded crevices : bake under noon sun
robin breasts confess that love looks like this
mud-tipped fingers : searching a riverbed over and under
helixed we dance a dance invented by smoke & cloak
with two fish we transition : the twinned of double vaginas
tuck a poppy cupped hand between thighs & branches
we dream like witches like women like men : vibrate the knife
that cuts another limb –we are working towards no-name entities
& bodies unseen
spindle the spool the spooning of us
sleeping giant: awakes, scratches the corner
of the third eye –laughing, we share air kisses
:plumed you puff: plumed i fall:
we dream like fruits, sleeping : pods ready to tree-jump
if we were any braver, we could fly
& reach home-like home
the mere mentioning of owls : labor pains : reincarnation
riddle the rattle of a baby we’re having
its soft like leaves, muddy-faced it floats & talks in tune
we dream like mothers like sisters like lovers/top the drop
that fills a cup –we are emptying a stain the color of a star