a great rain gave the land muscle
you could see it
squeezed into the grapes
on the vines braided tight across the land
the sun made the bodies tearful
green rind rockers
a memory of watermelon
an artillery of seeds
shot out of the mouths of
boys
#katyamills
you brought me a fortune from a cookie. it was dawn and I scratched your back. you stood on my chest where I could admire you. you swished your tail. the sky outside began with orange. a hot summer day ahead. we live in the valley by the air field. i can hear the engines fire and props slice up the sky. we are living, we are loved. magnetic fields cannot resist us.