new normals i put my hands in the bucket. all the shovel heads turn to look. from the dirt, crawls another worm with all its segments shivering. i regret all the rain. the nights are cold now & july's bugs are quiet. maybe they have all turned to moths. my wings are dusty like theirs. i kill a bug against the wall with my open palm & it leaves a dot of red on my wrist. i have been trying to learn what stillness can bring. laying on the floor, a few frogs come to sit on my chest. water from the ceiling makes a grotto of the living room. i used thumb tacs to hang all my pictures on the walls. my femur is made of glass. i am a hand blown kind of lover. the mailbox has a habbit of swallowing my letters from you. i want to know how small a human can be before they become a figurine. my hair is dripping with ink. soon i will be amphibious again & i'll worry about the sun every single day. did you know the fireflies are drowning? no, we can't save them. if there was a good thirft store maybe i could find you a jean jacket to decorate with fish skins. the river is getting high & we should be careful. never wade in deeper than your waist. no one will ever see what i do in the back window that faces the mountain. a face stares back at me all wooded & ancient & i open the door to let the spirit in. all the cats in the neighborhood stare at me because they know i'm a stranger. tell me, what do you do to belong to the dirt? i am digging a hole in the lake so that all the water will spiral out. i know, i know but don't worry this lake is man made. i just want to see the bottom. want to see the sea monsters flopping around. can anyone blame me for loneliness as the world becomes a bowl angel hair? when i wake up i hope my bones are kind to me & you will not be here & i will take a frying pan to smack at the sun like a gnat.