For territorial animals
For territorial animals: Do you wanna have some fun? you ask while brushing out your hair with teasel heads. Berry cheeks, you say Let’s kiss out in the cold among the dead red apples. So off we go like the tail end of something in midafternoon when the fluid of night has finally set a perfect skin. O—you are perfect in the fragile sun! We run—hair in the trees hair in our hands heads together. The horizon is hopeless but O—I love the dead season fluid of summer set into bare branches & perfect sketchbook sky. Airfare you say if only but I don’t want to get away. I want to dig my hair from your bathroom drain & get to know you better. To sit beneath a weird wild apple tree among the antsy fruit & like you said we’ll kiss our crowns of teasel tangling. Are you having fun? you ask low river in the distance glunking hopeless horizon famous for its event hiding rising as we go deeper in. Night is arriving. Should we flee? Its fluid will put away the final hardy flowers & remove all obstacles from our path.
xo
Mara


Very nice!!