three women used their phone app
to find Lois of Clovis
who was in over her head
with more than a child or five (or six?)
how had those golden thread heads dissolved
like Splenda packs in lukewarm water? just
where did they go, and where are they now?
now Lois was lost in her haystack house
with a sugar lump melting on her hip,
a vacuum cord ominously threatening to stop her
should she try to open the front door,
say “this is it.” “come in.”
Lois bit her lower lip,
and the three friends immediately came in.
one woman lit to the kitchen, started running
hot water, adding gleeful soap suds.
one woman’s hands began skillfully
folding tiny clothes and undersized underwear
careful to separate picture books from zippered pajamas.
one woman knelt on the toy room floor
separating Mr. Potato Head’s limbs and lips
from a smattering of what was labeled this-n-that.
and the three women loved her.
and Lois of Clovis fed her sugar baby
while the two little walking bumble bears
robed, disrobed, giggled and hid their winsome smiles
beneath plastic woven laundry baskets.
and all at once, when everyone saw the haystack was re-moved
that the floor was clean, – well, their gumption exploded
into pink, blue and green party balloons!
and Lois of Clovis, -awake, sleepy, anxious, stunned,
was changed, –
i was breathing
a circle loop
atop Jackson Lake
in my nondescript
i passed a smaller
camp’s empty amphitheater.
one more time,
i went down &around
the loop filled with sugar pines,
this time noticing bench seating
carved into the earth.
i circled again,
young enough not to break
a sweat traipsing over hill
and vale. this time
a cross entered my vision.
i kept jogging around
those cross beams
looping again. &again.
until on the 7th loop
i stopped &embraced it
“see how much I love you”
Bury you under a tree
Remove you from the cardboard box
Why do we love so quickly?
Cry because we can’t save you
Dilated eyes, half a heartbeat
A vet combs through tortoise-shell fur
Taps lightly above each eye
0.8 ounces – A girl!
Try to drink water
Here’s a turkey baster,
Here’s a wet pinky finger
You sleep here on our hearts,
We drown/pick off fleas,
We wash you in Dawn dish soap
-Your eyes are open
We name you Felix or Ophelia
There you are under a tree