don't wake the lemurians

by Bryan Coffelt

intimate apparel socked the sandwich baggies so we went mall walking with cassette players and terabytes could not explain to us how and where the time went/stopped/went the tarmac baked and the exhaust saw noon high and very adjusted like the belts we wore tested and kept cloud conveyer belts sighed their passengers the jet stream hit a pot hole and a new math stepped out to guide our children, our rodents, our volkswagens the steam from the rain on the hot ground united the valley's seams but untied the runaways in trolleys glaciers frothed and stewed it was a fault line surprise, she said and made a sweeping gesture with her wings someone peppered our boat, i said, we were just fishing