¡Madre ayúdame         she’s climbing through an open window       
she’s intoxicated       she’s wondering if grandfather will
enter through the radio         she’s death dream       she’s
significant other        she’s sculpture she’s a fire in a piano             
she’s daydreaming about forming new scars  she’s back and
forth   she’s yourself             she’s father      she’s decades long
decay drive           this memory is fermented       this is love and that is
an oyster  blue bowl shaped like a clam and filled with cream 
pine nettles   ocean limited salt      elderflower            unlike
un pedazo de tí             fish eye            lobster stomach          
conch shell brimming with jam            glistening mango        tuna
roe, espresso      clouds      berries            kelp, morning
seasons           cod    scissors     razor    the deer turned away  
the mouth                the bruise       the perfect duck           
an apple without a pit          milk    mornings        memory         
locked the room         peeled the crab       game of the season   
the lamb         the hood         the tongue and lip of the mug           
mushroom
preservation    she gathers gourds then chanterelles
breakfast is a hoof      she leaves her heart inside a ravioli      this
was never about enjoyment    todo es pesuña           no
really   how many ways to say drapes of red cloth and confetti    
fell asleep inside an omelet   the promises kept    the first time
with hurt fingers                     the dreams of cattle      the ghost of
the restaurant floats across the field like a lavender petal     
this is blood in August and hair so blonde                 pomegranate
and candied foxes        left an ice-cream sandwich out on the back
porch for so long it grew into a translucent bug and floated into the
sky                  she doesn’t know the meaning of cuchillo     she
has no idea about magnolia and red under nails    the lake is not
awake every summer is sweet breeze           legs off the dock           
bandages        cases of champagne    the cats and mother’s
addiction         pretending to be a peach        should healing take
this much time            pobre mantequilla       quién sabe       nada!