1 sisters going nowhere in particular
swish tipped
of grass waist
deep green
for taste and hearing
dry of wave
wind for
brush against
young and skin
eleven as twelve as
whole as whole
suns blue or locked up
they don't care
ready for the fall
sisters
dreaming legs
gold furzed
of sumac limbs
groundhog below
still under rustle
for lonely
2 family waking
anything looms
fingering light and gray
doves of sorry
mourning who
earth turns a
white cheek drifts
west and cold
singing
leave taking the
by father secret razor
for sharp and keys
for shiny for jingle
four little girls
rise warm
breathing rafters
near and sweet
queen of shovels
pills aligned
be little
be white
3 queen of shovels
after music lotions
the pink sponge
bath look outside
eyes
o the enchanted
the smoothest flesh
and fish swim
up to look
mother's friend with
telescopes to see
strangers blowing far
candles out
towels and touch
the shrill undertow
lights mother's cigarette
it's she thinks him
he tickles littlest sister
red hair o shining
o running away
laughing and laughing
4 quiet as walls
of beds full
and beer too
many covers
big sister wakes up
he her cool
fingers he breathing
under hot
under covers
& face
shut & burning red
window up there
door over there
o not
o not
he makes
he her
when she tells
blank mother father
stare the bricks everything
quiet as walls
5 hail storm
on mother's hand
the promise or else
black seeds to
bury from want
riding through summer
roads gravel sharp
& mad &
dog panic
sky-ice of
broke over daughter
scrawny air hot
for blue petals
stems
bent shiny over over
wet and
drowned
for happy for
dance in dreams
in life too
delphiniums die
6 arrangement
snake grass advises in its unchanging tongue
she crawls tangled into trees
the highest branches sway
and the green miles hold her
the house is a roof
the gravel a road
people are very little and she
smallest of all
the mad red night prowls inside
but green ocean for
bare feet for
whispery wet
running up the sandy lane
the sun even
comes in
grandpa climbs the gas house roof
tin can tractor idling
fills her basket with wilder grapes
and grandma's painted desert comes when called
any morning she wants in their safe bed
nothing really wrong
hawks open the sky over dying fields
waiting for earth to turn enough
bring them home to winter breathe she can she
lets them in and they bring her more cold blue
space than she needs enough to let her
breathe and love to the cold cold core