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tumble towards the beachfront moccasins. sandy feet scraping the grooves of my hand, I flick your kneecap and laugh at your look. sunbathing blindly in the whiteblown windfall. umbrellas shivering like cold kids in the backyard.

strung bungalow duckhunter fence. a pearl-tipped rapier wanging the horse boots. guilty cloudcover darkening your day, rain’s on the way, strung up wet and flopping. remember the senses you experience in the pond mush, remember the quack of your shoes as you walk onto the kitchen tiles.

wrath conquer sideways glance. picket fences leaped ahead, crashing the party, drinking the steering fluid, eighteen marmalade jello shots flying, flipping, frog head tripping the fantastic junkie, trigger finger hallelujah.

decomposing pumpkin on the porch, flabbergasted black cats slinking beneath the car, throwing shadows on the leaves of candy wrappers dusting about the rainwet cobblestones. trick or treat, ghosts in sheets and face melted monster masks.

fools cools lavender basket weaved like a rugged toolbox. chirping down the party line. household names screaming monopoly. try and catch the holy roller. the rolly pollies on the recess field. curled into little grey balls in your hand.

alarming magnet cheek secretariat, a raceway lined with specters and hound dogs from the other place, sharp eyed locusts zipping shadows on the soda trays, salesman and butchers all in a row, cheering, leering, steering the race towards their ends.

collage phosphorous dreamscape, emerald cloud cover throwing shadows of lavender on the suburbs, a squeaky-wheeled trike serpentine in the field behind the school, a chill in the air as we shiver together, thinking of the future.

homeless box top screwing the curb, rainwater falling like cinderblock tumble. a smell of beer/piss/damp. squishwalking down the street. can in hand, thousand yard stare. the car and the street, that’s the living room.

sisterhood traincars bolting down the rails, snail cones beaded with purple pondwater, tips of turtleshells fingering the face, a smell of deep, deep algea, a smell of wet clothes left wet, a stump in the middle of the pond, with a turtle sunbathing.

secluded frog face named Trench. tadpoles with yoyo legs sputtering in the clay, gross gross lilly pads with tiny pool of algae in their veins, a frog plops the table of driftwood, leaps across the fronds.