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.