Spinning

You kissed me in the kitchen in front of the radio

before  the ice cubes flooded the basement

I listened to the preacher at the circus

describe a Helium balloon speed past my window

and photograph a  priest in a purple cassock inside out

dance with a ballerina spinning on her thumbs

Then you spun my hair into sunbeams  

A Dip in the Road

Where the road dipped it slid off the map

landing in a new snow bright light enough

to ignite trees and caress

my hair with a fresh touch 

Our car drove over a dip, my stomach 

fell into the arroyo, water shed its droplets

over and beneath each crevasse while time

swiveled until the water withdrew and I ,

initiated with a new identity

looked into a mirror 

and welcomed the advent of becoming new

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