that’s the thing with genes// sLides// fliPs & oat flakes– they’re a bit unpredictable

my kitchen//oat flakes package next to the sink…smiles

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ssshhhhrrrkkk//tsshk
“love that sound”
weightless sliding on a sparkling carpet,
juMpFlY
rail/box//double cork&
spiNFliP

shoulder to shoulder
we watch the olympics
slopestyle men
iPad, backed up
by a book on outstretched legs,

suitcase packed & ready
“21 kilo sharp mom”

4 of them are chocolate,
presents for bolivian friends,
sweet weisswurst mustard
for one of the nuns

“so what’s the first thing
you’ll do when you get there?”
“buying pills against anoxia”

(which makes sense)

“wanna go out for a walk?”

coat thrown over our pajamas,
we pace giggling through the dark,
sideway alleys, rainwet boardwalks

later she’ll text me
from Miami airport
“up for 22 hours —
3 more til my flight goes
but afraid i’ll miss it
if i fall asleep–so–“

just out of bed, i write back
check my watch– too late
she’s taking off in moments,

i brew coffee, slice an orange,
breathe deep, smile&

raceDroP oat flakes– gOGo!!
tuRn/ten-eighty backSide
liPSlide//
sPin

& spoon in hand,
watch ‘em land,
(safe & happy)

in a bowl
———-of 5am milk

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for OLN at dVersePoets – and it’s my turn to serve drinks behind the bar… 3pm EST…
my daughter flew to bolivia on sunday morning…. arrived safely… anoxia is height sickness…