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Feminist Fashion Police Strike Again

Cedar commissioned this poem.

Feminist Fashion Police Strike Again

the irony

the terrible mistakes made
in the making, selling, wearing of this t-shirt:
“AFRAID TO MAKE MISTAKES”
bold white letters on a red ground with a smattering of blue stars
evoking America

the worst part is that it’s not worn by some silly little slip of a girl
she’s a middle-aged woman
in a sensible headscarf
out with friends
on the river trail

the best part is
that my 9-year-old boy is horrified
wants to tell her to dare
wants to show her the mother-of-pearl insight
inside failure’s ugly oyster
wants to hold her hand
to help her be braver
like he held mine
after the bat’s wings brushed my arm.

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Fire + Air + Water + Air + Chlorophyll

Fire + Air + Water + Air + Chlorophyll

sun burns 93 million miles
touches river
still air decides to move in a jungle sigh
beams bounce in shimmering waves
dance across soft undersides of overhead leaves
paint swirls of gold into the green
make a fairy light I now know to look for
as improbably probable as rain + sun = a spectrum in the sky

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victory

victory

in the jungle
headlamp draws
so many bugs
I can’t breathe

even held in my hand
light invites too many
winged spectators
to be able to think
about anything
except being done

as usual
arthropods win

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Bukit Lawang sketches

Bukit Lawang sketches

i

is it raining?
Alex asks
no
we are just surrounded
by river and stream

ii

explosive crash
onto tin roof
monkeys making
typical trouble

iii

barefoot=chicken-leg
when Cedar’s legs tire
he sighs
my baby cows are crying

every day for me
the quandary:
insufferable heat
or offensive thigh display?

iv

mixed fruit drink
and ginger tea =
exotic refreshment

by day 3:
back to Coke & Sprite

v

mama/baby orangutan appear
vivid orange against the green
of the cave’s gap

you are unlucky
our guide says sympathetically
you already trekked yesterday
(=made unnecessary payment
for extraneous orangutan viewing)

you mean lucky
we say
our orangutan economics
quite different

vi

better to trek Saturday
our guide says
on Sundays local people come here
to photograph tourists
they scream too much
when they see you,
frighten orangutans

will they lure us with fruit?
I ask

today on the bridge
a father suddenly throws
his son’s arm around Cedar
snaps a photo
what will his story be?

Thanks to Cedar for helping type this poem.

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forest man

Owen took this photo.

forest man

sun turns thick tufts of fur to flame
stretched arms casually clasp
tree limbs slowly bending to forest floor
a long face looks down
at the baldish ape-men
with a modicum of curiosity
munches a leaf a nut a fruit
holds a trunk with feet-hands
tosses his arms this way and that
jointless as a Muppet

gentle orange man
forgive us for what we unthinkingly do
greedily eating blue packets of greasy Oreos
that probably burned your cousins in their nests

like all the endangered ones
you’re sentenced despite your innocence
you never asked for trouble
just a leaf umbrella from the rain