I was devastated by the radio song.
I felt it unbuckle me right down to my heart strings.
Right down to my panties,
I felt you unbuckle me right down to my
strange flute, right down to my
crumpled curly head against a hot chest,
tell me a little more about the scenery.
Tell me a little more about your fishing pole.
As far as the farm goes, I'm confused.
I don't know if my uncle's ghost is brandishing his rifle
or asleep on the couch, with his tobacco pouch
hanging out his plaid pocket.
Tell me a little more about
your heart's hammering like a warhorse.
I think I understand the beat
against my low valley sternum
like hoof on sod on lithosphere,
It's so scary to be alive at all,
with all the bounty and the freefall.
I like the reprieve:
the cave of your mouth,
the dominion of lodgepole pine
and blue-eyed grass,
I like finding myself with you, balanced
on that sweet strata,
environmental phenomenon, you say:
and everything affecting everything
right down to the eventual plummet,
the panty drop, the quaking exhale,
the opening palm of time