I
those bean shaped things
in my body, royally fucking-up
the rest just trying to get by
II
the exhaustive lull of napping
in cool rooms half lit, twice
sometime before noon
with thinks singed by fog
III
my longest love eluding
even the most creative ways
of consuming, unappealing
when we love we see
with eyes wide open
light in cracks and crevices
through the quiet lifted
by the buoyancy of water
I’m not sure why I moved here
when it was the land there
that always calmed me
and water that renewed
perhaps I needed a walkabout
when suadade hit hard
and hindsight struck
there’s a tiny red car driving
back-n-forth in the square
below my bedroom window
where chirping echoes
another on the sill lays still
from heat or failure to fly
six am, the cacophony began
the tiny red car, chirping nonstop
‘bought being woke by the car;
Sweetness sleeps on the pillow
beside me, gentle kicks in her dreams
in one hand
I hold a squirming dog
on a leash tightly
feet planted firmly