hammock the one tree says to the other "let's be brothers." in the canoe, sky becomes a bowl of broth. bones & bones & bones. a dead heron lays ampersand in water. you make coffee & the summer glints, a beetle. i think "we could camp out beneath the belly of the whale." just me & you & our hungers. i draw tarot cards for squirrels. the eight of cups. walking away. all my backpacks of chalices. we leave our faces hung on branches & go skinniest dipping. nothing but teeth & ivy. the hammock asks us if we plan to be stones. i say, "i do." you say, "tomorrow" in a voice that means, "i am putting this off."