Tuesday, December 25, 2012

25 diciembre 2012

septation: the division or partitioning of a cavity into parts by a septum

the watermelon Mike noticed starting to split is now cracked open
in our kitchen, sweet juicy chunks in our mouths, seeds spit in the sink

working outside the wall, Mike pruned broom while I weeded the rock
pile, the east border, between trips to the kitchen to stir the squash

a roast of squashes: yellow, spaghetti, zucchini; a curried soup of onion,
collards, potato, sage, & squashes: spaghetti, zapallito aka Pilar

the last palán palán has been uprooted & trashed — no more
weedy seedlings — as well as three thorn trees, victims of winter cold

today I received a ripe watermelon, an acorn plus two spaghetti squash
also four white cactus flowers, a peeled-back fingernail, & a shave

yesterday we saw a worm sewing itself up in a twig cocoon

I don’t care
what figureheads have to say
on Christmas day

the teru-terus kept Miss Vee from their chick this morning, might be
doing it again — Miss Vee! Stop! — I run barefoot — You leave that chick
alone! Ow! Ow! — I grab her — hot gravel! Ow! Ow! — I hand Mike
Miss Vee, hotfoot it inside where Mike pulls thorns from my soles

revers [BGuest writes reveres]: a lapel on a woman's garment; turned back to show the reverse side — only a woman’s?

the shrieking resumes
it’s fox against chick
yes, I can grab the cat
but never a fox

from Barbara Guest’s The Countess from Minneapolis:

She tore into the curl papers as she would attack a silo, knowing she had rendered them useless as the silo wrestled from its usefulness would in turn relinquish the fortune that yet sustained her.

over dust-filled air from fierce winds dark clouds swell in the west:
except for an owl spiraling up from its burrow, the birds are down

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