In this house we drink seltzers
eat freeze-dried, wild-caught boar
and freeze-dried, wild-caught salmon
four round brown eyes watching my hands at the bags
I cannot stop ing
The teddy bear covers his eyes
The cicadas are so loud
Love it--living amidst the trees
Two days ago Wilson caught one big-blue-green-winged in the front room
I tried to cradle it in a magazine to carry it outside
It rattled and launched, not having it
Wilson pounced
I popped out the window screen and picked Wilson up
The cicada found freedom
I praised Wilson for his hunting
Wilson preened
Then Hanna shoved her wide head under my palm
You're a good hunter too, I said
She looked relieved
All I can manage is one line at a time
My desire claws at my insides
I'm saying what I think
In my dream I was about to have sex with Tyler
Then my parents walked in on us
They yelled at me to get in the car; they were taking me home
Damnit brain. I was so angry
The fan is so loud
Were you thinking of me the whole time
I miss you
Do you want me
Probably I will vacuum the carpets on Saturday
Certainly I will see loads of friends this weekend
And two birthday parties
And, of course, I'll be picking up my kayak
Fuck I'm so excited to have my own kayak
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