from JEFF BRIDGES
by Donora Hillard
I never want Jeff Bridges to know what we just did.
You visited for the weekend and I am running away with you to Mississippi.
You visited for the weekend and I chipped my pedicure on so many walls.
That was overly specific but felt necessary, like the gong in Jeff Bridges’ driveway.
It was better than you in a hat.
Better than you on a Vespa,
though I have not seen you on a Vespa.
Better than Jeff Bridges
healing that dead deer with his hands.