hatchet marks make pine trees red woodmake 


an interior in all this outsidea shot up deer crossinga kind of fencing offnames 


sharpied along the backs of paper platesstop signs


gatesyellow tree sap hardening on barkother people


the shape of words


this is the place


a family fanning plates dry beside their camper


I write “out”seesunlight on


and plastic bags tacked to tree trunks blossom beside our tent.A dog barking. 


your hair has ash in it.