Accidence

She clips your bumper and beware
Not gently thwarts
Soft and stiff
Trees and bushes, brushes
Eggs it on, sunny sides up of
Drenched bleached
Of form
South American sounds
that equator turns upside down

If she’d just, as she threatens too
Push

°

Or crash,
Or piss and whittle it, wish
Away. Ocean Liners
Gull. white, sparkled foam, spanish
A Mossy bicarbonate buzz
The whip of a kite
A pacing skate
stuck in a tidal end.

You were thirteen.
Oily glacier glasses, Swedish fish, burns from sand in the sex wax.
Long sleeved pipelines over the evening
When those first clay rubbery weird forms
in bronze feminine fabric
We walked way down the beach
Outside a trailer in
Big New Jersey
As if we were off to war
just a mustache of fuzz above it
Forever Corrine, dark hair and freckles, another suburban sacred heart
Forever Sandy, the summer my brother chased me with an axe

I wrote you a letter when I got back
Then just grew up.

The whimsical carving
A joke on ceramics.