Halloween eleven year old daughter farm
Indian name white-bread
Suburban country wrap-around porch cotillion
costume skeletons
Ghostbuster sister tween romping with ghost
little bro
Set the trap, don’t cross the streams, Friday
drive for dinner
Saturday morn soccer game, stay the night and
Sunday drive at the rise
Return at the dusk rings circling and the
divorced parent’s obstacle course
Period blood pads in the trash can, don’t
flush
Father removes to the red to the curb while
she is away
Replacement supplies, books on bodies read
four months before
Hat trick three goals slender speed athletic
prowess grass on the field
Obama says playing like a girl means playing
like a badass
Victory in a bonfire burning interstate
asphalt wheels
Meditate on the Mississippi River bend in New
Orleans
Audubon zoo howler monkeys and flamingos with
bent elbow knees
Pink feathers and black and white fur
climbing trees daring to fly
At night time stars flushing the sky identify
constellations
Of stupid fights seven years ago threats on
family is family in knots
Beds of catnip catfish jumping in the water’s
mud
Signatures and best interest in hearts,
nursing homes penniless, homeless
Dying in lost sense bedpans and stale
arguments cake battered burden
Urine and excrement hand wiped generational
payback progeny cycles
Stepfathers and dad has not taken a vacation
in an octet of solar revolutions
Who to go with and where to tales of get away
mom jaunts to Vale
Snow skiing and water slides downhill skies
still peering where a man can be
Let a heart in slow like a grass stain
smeared dirt flesh red smirks teeth shown
Gum tissue receding metal implants protruding
as the zombie unveils Halloween
Late October 2015 grin that animatronic
stance of how through hell hurdles
Thirty something on rope bridges ninja to
forty leaping swinging guitar chords
Poetry factory podiums, yoga mats, dodgeball
pirouettes, Italian horror films
World War P, of whose home, how, and when the
moon shifts and do it again
Eleven thirty seven October thirty first
approaching
End of daylight savings past two a.m. on All
Souls Day balance beam
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