Triptych for Release

Three poems for possible

San Miguel de Allende antiguidade’

                                   I.
A BACKWARDS LOOPING TRACKED TRAIN

no back pedaled grace 
of undone available here 

the taste bud I’ve grown
indelible as black ink 
on back of my tongue

no cut images
curl on the editing floor

regret     
a homing pigeon’s accuracy of return

I don’t know of a god
who performs surgery
there has been no lifting away, yet.

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                                                    II.
Vanishing Spell for a Boomerang may work if I

pick trash
ban single-use plastic
savor the back of your neck
place books in a Library of Worship
clamp the end of the toothpaste as you like it
offer free kitchen garden kits
translate whale as Savior
fold your t-shirts to square
foster more kittens
submit some work
even though you never bought the newspaper I wanted
or put your shoes away, the boomerang my disappear
if I place proteins on a single shelf and fill the icetrays 
to your preferred level.

If I wear non-fiction on my face.

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6 Steps Away For A Friend

I give her 2 antidotes
for depression's first tug
2 buckets to hold the 
the dripping water
     1. walk      2. art

Oh, and 3. pop a Pristiq
I'm up to 50mg and feeling less.

The dog has burrowed in the pillows
I spot the tips of two ears
     4. Sometimes you can sleep it off
          cushioned by warmth.

     5. eat the food you have considered.

Invitation information: she isn't eating
sugar, dairy, meat or carbs.
Luckily, I'm practiced at accommodation
and back on the flesh-less wagon
since the drive-by happened.

Passed a slatted semi
rows of pink pig noses 
pressed through bars.

      6. Grab a rooted trunk or branch
           steady yourself, body angled
           in determination.


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