I retrieve the badger steaks, and feed the fox back to life.
I dance on the tips of my oversized shoes.
A timely dance ‘fore we’re last curled.
While riding on my upper back, she whispers that she wants a Peloton.
And moon fizz in Coeur d’Alene.
Sits in his rain scented square.
Fiery nuptials in a throw.
I watch the drone screens flying over the I-10.
Yours is a soul with a brand.
The oldest and most persistent archetypes gnaw at us.