a group of girls from Minnesota
or black mascara
Not trees trace so just kids we hung
slim buckets of chokecherries from our wrists
in neighboring galaxies Giant Star Factories take control
composed of cold hydrogen gas and dust
7,000 light years from earth
slender-toed geckos step onto the moon
On the road between 2 baptisms and a shower they rang
to say shallow water the mouths drop open
not where you stand but how long you can
stand standing there
in constant hypothesis
the trees are passersby
mercurial
damp light
flat orange moon
velvet navy-blue sky
fire berries
from here we see the beautifully attired drive tough Ford pickups
the oncoming
organizing principle
brushed out
the dancers take turns leaping over the bonfire into
Qué pasa USA?
haircuts in London are really pretty backward
London—you are definitely not going to have a manicure there!
in L.A. toes must match the hands or else just don’t leave the house
in N.Y. it’s more brunette
Outside a refrigerator floats in the blackness shiny amid sharp stars
& the turtle who holds up the world holds up
the world
