WING SOUNDS
wing sounds
we peed hot on the shoulder of the highway
screamed into the overhead airplane engine thrust
a flock of geese gave us their wing sounds over and over
the tiny springs of their flight muscles rubbing the sky
factory smooth
the beaver stick came down the river like rice
front tooth marks solved the trouble of wood
we made five goblets in the hovel turned
light-spanked home
we floated and held small stones in our mouths
still warm from the sun
materials: river water and stones, beaver sticks, constellating conversations, adhd panic, queer desire, clay, poems, tears
in an exploration of grief and desire - we set up our wee goblet factory along the banks of the Sandy River - surrounded by books and poems about water, earth, longing and grief
