A JULY

A JULY TO MARCH NAKED Your text here FOR    A JULY TO MARCH NAKED FOR   for everyone at the camp with no name  WILL THERE BE FOOTNOTES IN THE NEW REVOLUTIONARY FEMINIST READER? I noted “define frotteurs” and flew over a forest fire to get past communism. I was very tired. In the middle seat of the truck you worked the joystick between my legs. I left 43 books in her car. The dream where I got caught robbing banks was the happiest I’ve ever had. I kept thinking, at least now I can finish my book. Jasper said the chase scene went on too long, that the whole thing was a chase scene. Well, isn’t that the point? Who was the vanguard of the skinny dipping? Whose dog followed me into my tent? Even the chase was hard but not so bad. The path opened up to field, banana slug, slow river. We stopped to listen for the weasels of the night. There were 46 questions to fall in love. Quebecois Denis had his glasses on scratched. We suckled wine from the box, we gave head every morning. Outside we knew only fires and stock market hacking.  WHAT DOES NO FUTURE LOOK LIKE? I have unwavering devotion for all of you. We slept in a unicorn motel in Yreka. The diners were all themed ‘eternity.’ You dragged me across the sand and it filled my long fake nails. My soap was stolen from under the tree. My neighbor was 30 minutes up river and had opened a squat in a mall. There was so much wetness. You picked strands of yellow grass off the back of my black dress. We listened to Pet Sounds, we did poppers. The coyotes were all around. They sounded like anarchists pretending to be dogs. There were sparrows dropping and leeches on small feet. We made them a boat from leaves. All of your tarot readings were bright yellow cards. I hung a cheetah bikini from the branch of my hemlock tree. There will be no killing of… myself. The gate was kept closed. Chloe marched directionless with the seeds.  * *class is more complicated than this