Walking downhill backwards
the sun felt good on my
shoulders
in the dyslexic translation
from neon to Latin
tilting towards the ocean here in
California spelled with a “K”
like “katatonic”
as if to whisper
“I’m a bowl of excitement,
bitch”
& a single plum blossom
crashes
to the ground
in the biblical haiku
you’ve got tattooed on your hip…
I prefer a milkfed steel
tidewater canto
at sunset
& an unobstructed view