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