The turning back face
My untrained ahh ooh universe
not really dear, this speedy meal
will break my heart. Rosy dragon carrot
puzzle (in pinpricks)
alien garden-like and listless
(streetside)
like boy fish knife
Our tongues quite literally satisfied
the Porches, the Peonies.

Down, edible flesh days, sun-violent
Down, wish-purring honey bodies
Face-down in the garden
laundry by the swings. Red, black graphic
jars of flowers
only without the flowers
Heat
in faded night.

Every summer since
wrists, parks, tires And cut and pound a piece
of paraffin wax.