the nun James, the one that works with steel, came over last Tuesday and will cook some hives for us then, after we recycle the moon by burning the volcano with ice and forging the clouds out of stone according to the lessons of the raccoon master that once lived in a hollowed-out watermelon that we painted with oxygen when we found it wrapped with sadness in the clover field next to the abandoned warehouse under which all the friends of my great uncle Walter once ate with hot sauce
the basketballs ain’t swimmin’ right
in the darkest corners of each heart
lies a goblin prepared to rip it apart
deep within all souls
the hollowest and most nefarious of holes
black and tar-like
wielding a rusty spike
keeping warmth and love at bay
are all the falsehoods it may say
na te sema ha’o ke haua’ihue ma kaliponyahue talapua
I have returned from three weeks in Hawaii and California.
ke kemulo nye emyanko tsakahue nayo malahuye
The experiences were horrible because of what was happening at home.
na ke yomali pako nukuhu
I loathe each new day.
na ke kyo’a ua yesa unyapatse
It seems I cannot know peace or quiet.
na ke tlatso nayo omonko
I ponder my limited time.
flame dancing in rain
unavoidable, the quelch
spiders running scared
tla ke yanonketle kapya yo tla ke yesa tloyatli
4sg O avoid-NEG-REL accept if.X.then.Y 4sg O peace discover-FUT
In accepting the inevitable, one finds peace.