Sacramento as Peach Pit

Crawdad Nelson
Surrounded by all that corn:

a flat infinity of wind,

capitalized.

A certain crow becomes enthused

and wild when I go by

counting my way up streets.

This part of town: haunted

and secretly misunderstood.

Cats keep a secret

with blood sacrifice

under hydrangeas.

The taxicab gets us home from the bar,

my empty room and my trinkets,

you pausing at the door.

Your hipbones

when you reverse

yourself.

Published by Crawdad Nelson

I'm a student, journalist, naturalist and forager. I've worked in a variety of occupations, from greenchain puller to small magazine editor, sometimes more than one at a time.  View profile

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  • Your name11/29/2008

    great stuff

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