lone birch blood pine
my fingers are
just prints of rust
sleeping with the rain
entombed in sweat
put back together
in the morning
by crows and water

i been going crazy
chewed up slugs
worms and fish
slimy dirt i am
don’t know how i got to be so silver
crystalized

so glad i have a baby who loves me somewhere
so glad i have a plant who brings me
back to my body somewhere. 
bring me back to my baby
 
birds flying high
make me want to stay in shadows

the dust lady said to me
we took your tent down because you
ride a bike and like to sleep around
we don’t like no creative type
earth worshippers here
just good old massachusetts tourists 

i am like the mother and father
birds feeding their babies
shifting from black to white face
shocked by people

the sea rescues me
my instincts carry me
stumbly thru ferns hiding on ocean rocks
diving into the sea
sick with heat
cutting my toe
i do surgery on
myself.  rub ointment
on all
my cuts and bites. 
the sea remedies me

i cover myself in olive oil and beeswax
cover myself in salt water
play harp.  play it cool
sea is my bath

a fisherman appears
puts wires
into me


always a river inside me
and my heart is a sea
and my love is always
a river circling inside me
days do as you will with me
always a river inside me to the sea
a thousand times a day
with sun and wind and rain passing over me

sip me up like ducks hens horse
with marble eyes in yards

a fawn running frantically
thru the woods
right in front of me
with black lips and teeth
we are so scared and
out of place amongst the people
and all the violence of the boats

a fawn running as fast as it can
dipping low to its side like
i cycle
a crowd behind us
speculating it’s being chased
by a fox
by a ghost

patti smith comes to the shore saying take my hand
atlas sound comes to the shore saying take my hand and pray
with me

the deer is innocence

lost mooring
wave gone back to ocean

deer is me running motherless
but showing how fast
and fearless the small can be

we are bitten by ticks
they are sucking out our heads
or maybe just putting medicine back in

i find the grave of lot’s wife
a nameless 28 year old
she’s on the salt flat she’s me
i name her

i say you’re just a fawn who’s been separated from their
mother too soon
running as steady as possible
feeling the tender blue under you
silver envelopes in a dazed pull
something is lost something is gained

i have touched all i’m not supposed to:
feathers
snake pulp
i have eaten dirt and sand been like
fog rock
ash skin
wet clover
grass pine

i have become a moth

found my way back
home and everything grown
so much  i come back
to
the sanctuary of our love
smelling like rust. 
my feet cut
and filthy.  i no
longer wear
shoes.  my hair
tangled

i listen to my baby play
don’t think twice.  i
listen to
the crows welcome me back
all that i am
i give to you
god life music light
trucks and the pluck of your fingers

in hurricane light the coral
light gold of evening upon my
return from the green tide roads
you became the tide you circled
thru me you sang inside me
the smell of rain and the
scarf over the window waved
in ecstasy the smell of rain
and bird song upon my blue return
our landscapes blend
it brings a blessing rain

where i come from
crawfish got soul