Swing Me

Our mouths do not lie

If they did, they would shake the world and then jump off our faces and onto the floor

So we speak the story of night into existence, it lays down before us

On this Halloween we thought we would never see

There are two girls swing dancing in the glow of the Blue Moon

Whose tides make homes in my western inlands

Megaflora seaweed steps across the valley with limbs and eyes

A cerulean giant of prehistoric footprints

Oozing neptune and fish

on its maritime trek to middle of the continent

This must be why

I keep finding

disembodied crustaceans

sitting lonely in the road.

But here I am with my imaginary friend

Two fingers splayed to count the moons

and pink rabbit ears folded up against the sky She talks to the coyotes, and I talk too

The mollusks creep up the hills and die in the snow

Nothing around us we can see

but the lights which the moon chooses for us

And we swing until we sleep in the swallowing earth.