in the shade of a
heat wave
you taught
me
that ponies can
still bite,
though we’re gentle
in the stable
and aspire
to play
fair,
buff an apple in
rosy dusk
blush
and
brush with
care.
abstract
kindled by bonfire of
keepsakes,
a toothless kid still lingers,
likes his candy
by the nickel by
the shovel
sucker sticks in
pockets
stuck
together,
in back row of splash
paint bus,
mostly friendly
girl’s face
that pretty shade
of dirty-
shrugs like age won’t
waste us.
lurker best not
watch
for fear he’d
drool
to
be watched too..
reckless,
worm man wriggles
in and thru
lens
selfish to be caught
with you-
not that he’ll
confess.
a rasp turned tickle in
the middle
of memory held back
heavy sneeze
to not drag
notice
to
why shoulders
shiver
so.
too bashful to
touch
you like pillow
talk
me down
from
any lie that wants
me caught.
a dream like playlist
liquifies
between poles of
desert mind
shooed back to grade
school photo
day-
always that one hair
out of place.
how lacking sleep
left linens
musty
foldless moldy
sheets
may not have chafed
my cheek
had they been
aired to
dry
and not bleached
in heat.
stiff back turned
to day,
nursing thrift store
injuries
midst molar
decay
rooted in held breath
histories
share little left
to say,
chased back into
the wild
where grizzly bears
bleed grey.
blind to shimmer
of tears
binding terror to fingers
upon sheath
of shiv too quick
to thrust.
been no dusk more
humble
secret slipped in
summer
tire swing over
puddle
spun out popping
bubbles.
hands in the garden 
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