tonight i watched as she turned over on her right
changing quickly into a dragonfly then swiftly to turtle,
next she became scarab beetle, clickety click:
she stayed like this for quite a while then suddenly she split
into a big breasted woman running out into the foam
a wild horse with a wild mane . . . .
tomorrow, i think tomorrow she says to me, i will paint myself
all over with pokaberry ink and you know,
when dad gets home he won’t know who i am!! but we better go to sleep now,
the clouds aren’t making pictures anymore . . . .
outside the dog is dancing laps and barking while the coyotes laugh at the moon.