Dune Lahul
Air stiff with cracked leaves, dog
gray skies and sand, beetle-
carved cedar drifts. Boats
step through ice. Her belly
and breasts jut, hound drags
the leash down shore. Neighbor puts
wet clothes on wet skin,
the right nipple hardens. World bent
on splitting itself.
Cobalt Noso
Morning dew draping the Iroquois
PJs. Hood rats in the back;
rollin’ up a tree, green leaves
and all. High summer
prints their shadows
on a peeling wall. Slate-gray weeds.
Bulls. Blackberries.
Damn the lottery. Neighbor
has the sex drive
of a cicada. So, her husband’s left hand
is his own wife. Neighbor
steps out to the communal porch,
invites night
into her house robe. Birds sing
all the wrong words. The skunk
is fucked: horned
owl can’t smell. This today is all
that I can tell you: What I am not;
what I do not want.
Supush Holm
Neighbor believes everything
and nothing; everything is possible, nothing
true. Indri wails without complaint. It’s treed
with a stolen appl. Neighbors
believe most fantastic statements; nothing
to do with truth but opinions
which change. From opinions: persuasion
and not from fact. Fellow neighbors take
the pups; fence out adult. History
deformed by facts no longer
of the past; present world that holds
green eyes, smoke silk fur, tail without purpose.