Goddesses Gone Wild

The young hippie gal on YouTube said there's no such thing as "us and them. Me or you." No heaven or hell either---Here and now is as profound as it gets. Jesus dead on the cross was just a bad dream, even though what's bad isn't bad at all. Or good. Pa didn't really milk the cows in the cold when he was young. No one did because nobody was actually around to say they had. And you weren't ever even born. Nothing was. But still somehow it's all living, breathing magic, with or without our understanding. Even a curled-up leaf. Even our smelly shit. And that's beautiful because then everything's our savior, which means nothing else has to be---On and on she went. I kept listening, but felt like I'd been on a tilta whirl after gulping down two elephant ears and a Dr. Pepper in the hot sun. But who the heck knows: she could be mostly right about more than half of it at least. Plus she's pretty.

choke cherry blossoms---

the scent

of blood sausage