put your feet up in my climate change mystery

i plug the air conditioner 
into my mouth & wait for october.
we stood in a circle & clapped out hands 
waiting for the echo. a pile of leaves 
is the same as a deck of cards. 
shuffles itself. was this 
your oak tree? in art class 
we tried painting leaves with a serum 
designed to make the flesh fall away 
& leave only the veins. we bent over 
these leaves brushing & brushing.
i imagine someone doing the same
to my body after they find it in a school yard
fallen from a great tree.
all the veins in my body are gutters.
summer will be hotter this year
than every before. i can feel it now
& it's only june. my car runs on 
melancholy so as i drive i play 
sufjan stevens in my earbuds & try to think 
of my childhood on the wharf.
ocean of golden corn. my ears 
are ears. the kernels dripping.
a single earring falls 
on a long one-lane road.
when god runs away he leaves us clues
as to where he's gone. or, alternatively,
no god has run away & the clues
are all illuminati prayers.
a triangle is always waiting around
the next turn. you can count on geomtry 
when every other belief system 
falls apart. we want a book 
made of ice. read it faster.
we want a north pole 
lush & green & ready 
for the first strip mall.
i have a pair of high heels
that i only wear at night. 
i clop around like a deer but i never
leave my house. 
there are hunters around here
& they hang trump flags 
where their tongues used to be.
none of this is a political poem.
i am just living & documenting 
what i see. i am just 
a forest creature. a fox even.
with a long soft face.
the climate has always been changing.
here comes summer. here comes fall. here comes
fire raining down on a plastic swimming pool.
here comes an avalanche. 
in the rocks of afterwards
i'll tell you a story about
what it was like we the field parted
& let us walk to the other side.