Recipe for 700 Miles

Ingredients:
 
 1 Honda Pilot, filled to the brim
 6 cups unsweetened black tea
 1 aluminum and nylon tent
 5 down sleeping bags (that you’ll regret in bearing-down Idaho heat)
 5 air mats
 4 road warriors
 
 Instructions:
 
 Preheat summer to 98 degrees. Set alarm for 5:16. Fanagle three tween/teens out of their crack-of-dawn stupor. After emptying the cat litter, watering the lawn, and grading three papers, fold tufts of oldest daughter’s hair into two French braids.
 
 Load the Pilot with said ingredients. Use whatever utensils are at your disposal to shift items until they snugly roast inside.
 
 Snake through rush hour in two overcrowded Colorado cities; don’t over-stir. When the summer heat has reached 98 degrees, spin the tires on the open road.
 
 Pause cook time just three times to add more fuel and remove unwanted bits from all ingredients.
 
 If you follow these instructions exactly, you’ll be able to baste your finest cuts in the pool after four states, five mountain ranges, and seven hundred miles in just eleven hours.
 
 Serve on a picnic table in the shade. Bon appetit.
 
 
 

Bursts of Light

cousins and sunsets
 are better than fireworks
 on a summer night
 

Chip Away, Chippy!

because the truth hurts
 even in dandelions
 invading our space
 

Do You See the Cloudless Sky?

picture perfect day:
 a family, a fish, a lake.
 tell me what’s missing.
 

Antlers and All

no matter how bright
 this was bought on backs of slaved
 and so it’s tainted
 

Every Color of Colorado

i just want these blooms
 to carry me through summer
 and buy me a chance
 

Just a Glimpse

the youngest, oldest:
 waiting for summer-lit time
 to save this moment
 

Between Their World and Mine

just knowing the truth:
 Coates says I’m a white dreamer
 destroying black lives
 
 so i can have views
 that they wouldn’t be allowed
 breaks my heart tonight
 

All I Have for Now

i am a cynic
 who can still find the beauty
 in this blue-tinged earth
 

Porcupines Really Sting

fear lies in each word
 and that’s why you haven’t heard
 how we all are hurt