grace

to those in this mention
she quivers
soft pine giving up everything
justice
has it all on them.
like a fist, like the word defeatist
balletically firm
we tried to find a way & everything was done.

tame things

the reality on my rooftop draws him to want me.
the stars know why the moon is indigo again.
her glass box masturbates without a notice.
she would have a three way with those stars.
sometimes the reality wants you to fuck me.
innocence involved in the undeath of the streets.
dynamic paws wake up the coma.
a double sunlight in the flow of opal.
below the lovely beach draws me into her drawing.
two fingers balance the gentle staccato & chatter.
he carries the music up like a gondola.
the spring lights observe the overlook.
the flaws of a dove in the mouth.
the lightness offers space.
a learning of peach.

pikes peak

we lived in a fantastic other worldly place with many lovely animals, cascading floors or
rooms and softly chaotic happenings. they were mosaic like attentive adventures that we just
shared with in life. when we went inside the coyotes started howling.

judgement fails the best recollections about a bedroom, a teacher, binding friends the ones that
are remembered. like un-flattened clouds on canvas. we are already complete, driving on roads
in un-flattened clouds on canvas.

jillian mukavetz is a poet photographer musician & founder and editor of womens quarterly conversation. she makes cinepoems & has a collaborative project named period stain. she plays the fiddle. she has two chapbooks say kitty, kitty & In the process of being heard. jillian has lived abroad teaching english as a second language & literature to adults and little ones alike in south korea, germany, china & thailand for nine years.