Brenda
Brenda incandescent in her tube top
saying ‘hi, what’s your problem?’
she and her girlfriend are
in love, and also are
becoming tree
we could all know that
winnowing space-dust microbe
on the breeze!
Lean you back, recast you a
shelf of chaga, a touch
like agate distorting pleasantly
the paean of the gates of paradise
it’s azure, synthy, procreative
of a swooping thorax, and I
can almost follow the ‘s’ of the
cognate like a goaded snake
from warm place / to warm place
smearing unguents getting
lit emitting low smolder