summer

june, you, monthlong solstice

your 30 days of day

of Light’s false dominion /

he suggests a good way to estimate
the number of roses on my climbing rose bush
is to count the number of buds and blossoms on one linear foot of branch

so, I do.

there are 60 or more

i probably missed some



then 6,000? or more?! on this eight year old gem

how many june bouquets, boutonnières and corsages they would a florist supply

instead,
i keep them all for future rose hips,

and refuse to prune
unless a branch cracks under

the weight of drenched petals in this year’s wild june rainstorms



so many vases i have filled this june.

i suggest that i may create a perimeter of this variety of rose
an impenetrable devastating fortress of thornage — a natural, beautiful “devil’s rope”

i once saw a group of mule deer clear an 8′ fence in colorado — without a running start, could a herd of robot dogs do that?

he sees i’ve saved old nails, screws and Mexican coke and beer bottle caps in an empty 3lb coffee tin

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americans of empathetic, inclusive and courageous consciousness:

Stop focusing your energy

on the effectively useless,

always selective,

always tenuous,

always exclusive,

always revocable,

First Amendment,

right now.

right fucking now.

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Brunching Whilst the New Rome Burns

oh, these [neo]liberals
they love to be seen,
what’s the point of excess everything
if you ain’t seen by The Peers™️ or The Poors™️



they tell us we are unfortunates or degenerates, ambitionless, uneducated, lazy: we, mere mothers, workers, poors, caregivers, included with “the deplorables” — lumped together in the unmelting trash pot of America

“our” consumption has created islands of plastic in the Pacific ocean
and the dunes of clothing in the Chilean desert
our thoughtless, lowbrow Walmart and Target tastes,
our holiday shopping, and aspirational Disney World, Pigeon Forge, or Vegas vacations — our rare and short-lived “joy” until the credit card is full and the bill arrives / we don’t get to savor the memories — our joy quickly mutates into anxiety, over-time hours, debt, pain

whilst every single day — is their windfall, every day is their holiday,

their screens open to the financial page bookmarks first thing in the morning followed by local crime, never white-collared, though — never to poverty, hunger, oppression, genocide:

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