I am a mammal but have no mammaries. 

Animal the same as the

Tiny fluttering yellow butterflies, a pair

red fire ants I don't know 

Grassy grassy grassy grasshoppers 

I follow the deer tracks.

The trail of the homeless or houseless,

Home is the city,

Or the place and places where we live. . .

My best poem 

did you hear about the Holy County 

case.

I am so glad to be here now, like a 2000s kid's film about dinosaur times, Look ! A triceratops, it wants to eat our bloods.

The mighty river bed

Because I quit the Whole Earth

warehouse job

without a word