A massive conspirator is watching, what overlord is governing? The skies are bluer yet. Where water & sky cannot be differentiated, someone somewhere must recognize the glorious confusion, but it is not I with their shiny black eyes (onyxes). Here we’re perplexed to even have mazes, contrast, lace. The vein on the billowy whitest cloud rolling onward… well, it’s certainly apparent that there’s some form of magick out there. It’s matched by greenery, twigs, falcon wings, wind’s sway. And the vein up from where I stand diminishes. Where I stand is still, yet not, because sometimes the sun is radiating over our surfaces, brighter, faster, appears our three dimensional life models, & sometimes the rain beats into it like it were clay, pelting the shapes temporarily into a wet flux. The structures are forming, feeling out the bases. Seedlings combusting, roots reaching. The world attempts permanence, with or without our knowledge, consent, & approval. And yet it is a hypocrite. It will change and do as it pleases.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” The wind swooshes down, carrying them out far, far away, spinning a pathway in our metal mobiles, our cellular voices, our cocaine, our office, the pollen of cherry blossoms, the bees’ wings flickering: the cruel trickery of weather finds a way into our bodies. Immunity isn’t even desired by them.

Yes, I’d want bat-shaped kites, gingham yellow picnic blankets & mountain views, too, but terror caught me by the throat, choking me while it nuzzles its face into my head of hair, its breath heavy with eroticism, and yet vulnerability. Vulnerability? ( “Give it to me, missy.” )

Do you ever wonder when the top of your butt crack itches, that maybe it's some sort of secret tail wishing to be exposed? You know the spot, directly in the middle of the beginning of your butt crack, where most other wonderful mammals were graced with a tail.
Lately, rather than saying, "the top of my butt crack itches," I say, "my tail is calling to me."
I believe this to be a much more polite way to express the feeling.

Sunni is in the bathtub.
I just dyed my hair black.
We both drank margaritas and ate tacos.