coagulated curdled fat of fog

My plastic bags full of cattail pollen are covered with moisture. This year has been fat. Over the shoulder the bags go and I head off to the Flats. Wandering alone about the back woods with artifact is downright mordacious. Anyone could jump me. I travel early in the morning.

The fog lingers. Before we used to get snow. Regina told me. The snow would be sometimes soft and plush sometimes hard lustrous burnished and sharp. Regina said it made great insulation and reflected the sun's rays. She said that it got so bright that your eyes would hurt from the squinting. Can't see far now. Periodically I hear the screak of birds above. They sound so close I think if I was just a bit taller I could stretch my neck and my head could protrude on the other side and I would be able to see great swells of cotton waft and wallow under the great blue atmosphere. But I am not taller and have succumbed to living under the influence.

Regina called them geese and said they are a flock. they fly together and sound like that to keep in contact. Formation flying flock in the coagulated curdled fat of fog. I wish we were flock. People would take turns taking care. We would be safe. In the great blue I imagine a perfect string of beads formed to the letter V gliding across the horizon of lamb's wool. The sun keeping the winter damp from touching bones.

Regina said they taste good, like squirrel. Only less strong. I would like to taste goose. I could harness a harpoon from a fat fog yarn and mount a white cotton colt and gallop over the white maelstrom of this scraggle of earth. I would gallop on my horse with my harpoon and I would catch me a goose and it would drop like a brick to the ground in the woods and when I would come back down from above the fantastic miasma it would be there waiting for me in the dark murky compost of wet mulch and I would skin it and clean it and dress it and make a fire like Regina showed me and I would roast it on a spit from a carefully selected branch itself cleaned and trimmed and it would be good and great and make me stronger.