rebel in a campfire cookout

I want to go back to this please:

we dance when

Flies buzz louder than organ notes
drawn from a honeycomb of strings and pedals
at the place where your fingers begin to bleed
milk and seeds, dropping roots between ivory keys.

Buttercup buds fall in heavy hail piles until the field
we stand in can hardly keep from dropping down,
plummeting to the core, an even fall
with a bowling ball hanging from each corner.

When wicker chairs come down from the attic
and our bagpipe bones drop down with rhythmic squeals
we’ll remember a steep climb, heat searing our holding hands
as we left hell fires that held no warmth.

quarter note shaped holes in the wall

innocent syllable riddle (bye bye beautiful)

…is a pair of sunglasses perched on a steep nose

covering sixteen freckles that you can’t see anyway,

since it is already midnight.

…is a traffic cone triplet, born in a hand clap

on an abandoned road framed by snipers hiding in window frames.

…is a sea of unpacked gravel bodies waiting for weight

to push their edges into each other

the way your hipbone peaks bruise mine.

…is a pair of eyes shining flashlight beams into mine

shattering black pupils until the pieces are permanently missing.

…is a tumble dryer under the hood, spinning into sparks

with outstretched arms and ecstatic child cries.

…is a glass pane that didn’t shatter, but became a polka-dot landscape,

a Pollack painting in red splatters and air-shaped nighttime holes.

…is a silence painted on a dead end road.

some stuff I have been confused about or have thought about lately:

-where did the "create an event" button on Facebook go? I have an event! I want to create it! I can't find the button...
-How does Morrissey still look good?
-Phil Collins, in general.
-is knitting an instinct that lays dormant until after menopause? I feel like every woman over 50 I see is knitting.
-would I clone myself?

good vs. not so good:

-boondock saints vs. homework
-green vs. blue
-animal collective vs. the ants in my kitchen
-scooters vs. minivans
-the lady skipping around the track today vs. the idiots who walk in the runners lanes.

just not good at all:
-insects
-dancing a hoedown ashley simpson style
-creepers and creepy dancers and just freak dancing in general
-procrastination.