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Leaving uncertainty for palm trees

I swim above my phantom in salt water, but I'm the weightless one and above me, doves and dragonflies hum blue choosing the direction of life with their wings. I know things — no more suspended place  meet me at the rustling leaves with all the movement  of forwards and lightness of answer.

Orange fur

Anxiety settles, like silt, back underneath my skeleton  retreating from the sphinx on my sternum. Where in the forests and farms did you learn that, predator?

Rebel and the coast

Seaweed and salt, rotting skin, stone petrichor — all is open, worn sand on the wind met with fire, sharp magic  missing muscle.   Coastal bones fly wildflower low, feathers are lost but the sea keeps teal and lightening  for whoever roams red among the coves. 

The black balcony

The pensham bell flower, white-tubed, heartbeats blue from the fairy lights; pendulum drunk on the closer stars.

Morning call

The crow's call disintegrates the distant radio. All creatures look up — a beaked shadow over the bees sucking on their suns. 

Schiaparelli with Katie

It was like finding a ladybird in a cave; red dome waterfall, black gothic lace,  we traced flashlight shadows fashioned into stone, spread ruby beetle tulle around our legs.

Butterfly alleyway

Mint-milk wings, feet on city-heated bricks I'll keep you sacred — we'll pray in green dresses for more places to land.