A group of girls from Minnesota or black mascara by Maureen Owen

Not trees trace so just kids we hung slim buckets of chokecherries from our wrists in neighboring galaxies Giant Star Factories take control composed of cold hydrogen gas and dust 7,000 light years from earth slender-toed geckos step onto the moon On the road between 2 baptisms and a shower they rang to say shallow water the mouths drop open not where you stand but how long you can stand standing there in constant hypothesis the trees are passersby mercurial damp light flat orange moon velvet navy-blue sky fire berries from here we see the beautifully attired drive tough Ford pickups the oncoming organizing principle brushed out the dancers take turns leaping over the bonfire into Qué pasa USA? haircuts in London are really pretty backward London—you are definitely not going to have a manicure there! in LA toes must match the hands or else just don’t leave the house in NY it’s more brunette Outside a refrigerator floats in the blackness shiny amid sharp stars & the turtle who holds up the world holds up the world