Written By Two People With Poem by Jesse Russell

little clinking blocks of charcoal
for toes
and bigger shaded ones
for feet

spindles of a table
for ankles
and paint chipped bocce balls
for knees

baseball clubs
for legs
and a shifting box of cigars
for hips

rotten tree trunks
for spines
a pile of hunched burning brush
for ribs

rusty transmissions
for hearts
and a extra lukewarm companion
to enjoy stops along the way

sunset warms us
and we sit back and watch it happen

in an open car
one of us becomes fate
as the other epiphanizes reality.

as it (you know) dances
on either of our branches

we face the world and change.