brown grocery-bag tea-bags

of feathers and shells

none of it in High Plains regalia

Little did anyone know

the saint sprouting horns

had a Virgin M dildo

as her ballet partner

flying away on that Huffy bicycle

up the elm

to the top of the mountain

so far from any Ohio

up the career ladder

with the flesh remaining

a foreign shore

tell no one

your land was a body of secrets

treehouse

studio

loft

private chapel

letters and numerals

along with unexpressed dreams

having a weird time

washing / wishing too

were vacantly here

it really does come down to the olive

goof
proof
poof!

dandelion
dragons
footprints

following after