Zipping through choppy paths,
yodeling and howling into heavy air. We felt the world in reverse.
X-i-s legs floating over the ground as two
wheels spit dirt behind us and we hung tight like
velcro to each others’ bodies
thin layers of dust waiting to steal our steady and
snakes unraveling their twisted bodies onto the path with heads
round and nearly crushed by us, and we too
quickly could have been crumpled by the laws of gravity.
Painted landscapes invited us to enter and
our only option was to go.
Nearly all luminescence was left behind and
monkeys swung above our heads. We were
lost in the image of them and we were lost
and disturbed by the tall grass whispering like
kazoos. We shook off the feelings and
just let the ocean air salt and chap our lips,
ignoring the stickiness of our skin, as if we bathed in
honey. It never felt so sweet to touch and right then we had
gotten our fill for the night.
Feeling slightly overwhelmed and sick because
everything was spinning. We were
drunken by the syrupy smells and tastes of where we were like
cookies crumbled into powder and we inhaled it deeply.
Breathing became difficult, but it didn’t matter
as we howled into the heavy air anyway.