So Various
1
We walked out to pasture
to feed the pigs, the neighbors’
dog running beside us, shitting
beside us. The clouds were a quilt
of calcite-colored gloom, our field
a carpet of sod turned over by hooves.
2
We sat as the chipmunks called
to each other, ass down in a sea
of tumbled stones. Selenite stacked
like logs, geode after geode
to the wind, our pockets brimmed
with the weight of colored stones.
3
Inside the restaurant painted
the colors of wasabi and ginger, we ate
wasabi and ginger. 80s hits screamed
eternity from speaks all around, even
in the bathroom. A plate of shrimp shumai
like pillows for a clique of mice.
4
We weren’t badly dressed
for the party, but we weren’t
dressed correctly, either. Grown men
in a palette of pastels, ladies drunk
beneath their brims, and the shining
horses racing towards their deaths.
panache, perhaps 