[ACCIDENTALLY SAW THE LEAF AS A NUMBER]
Frustrated at regimented day so I bathe. There is prenatal gray between my ears and foyer. I get
drunk to say play the fucking music like I wanted to before. I was told I didn’t carry well enough
to wait. Nobody wants to hear a brine outside mauled, even formally. A lover. Extra-marital. Like
super marital. Super duper marital, though extra. Shut uppppppp. The wine and the sea. I told my
therapist, I said to her, have you ever had a lemon like that? Like it was in your mouth and it was
so bitterly good? Like you could feels pearls of sugar that weren’t even there because it was
yellow? Have you ever ever sweat through your actual ribs from nerves and it hit your expensive
sweater? And that’s why you were worried. That’s what reading feels like. I have to go to the
chimera, I said. I mean, the chimney. To get warm. Can we just do natural lighting? Actually, she
said, this is you session. I know, I said, I know.
Frustrated at regimented day so I bathe. There is prenatal gray between my ears and foyer. I get
drunk to say play the fucking music like I wanted to before. I was told I didn’t carry well enough
to wait. Nobody wants to hear a brine outside mauled, even formally. A lover. Extra-marital. Like
super marital. Super duper marital, though extra. Shut uppppppp. The wine and the sea. I told my
therapist, I said to her, have you ever had a lemon like that? Like it was in your mouth and it was
so bitterly good? Like you could feels pearls of sugar that weren’t even there because it was
yellow? Have you ever ever sweat through your actual ribs from nerves and it hit your expensive
sweater? And that’s why you were worried. That’s what reading feels like. I have to go to the
chimera, I said. I mean, the chimney. To get warm. Can we just do natural lighting? Actually, she
said, this is you session. I know, I said, I know.
[CATCH THE CORNERS OF A MOUTH]
The totem is wind. Revealing secondary needs, birds. From needs nothing tasking. Crying while
laminated, antique with riddle, I go all night next to it. Prying-- prying, a net. A pried hand from
a pried sky. Want pie. Making the net earnest by tying it to itself. Fish for dinner and for care,
observation, I am looking for difference in earnestness. Everything might be a hammer to a skull
but I can’t say because I’m not quite skull. Inching towards severance. Such the owl to wool.
Over the underbrush, a plastic brush balancing. If I think it’s a riddle, it’s early onset of
schizophrenia so I keep walking and minding my business. Burn shells by a meadow, being
super productive today I text. Won’t you with me? Won’t you repair a single needle? I’ll put it in
the cup of others. Someone will ask what’s up if you look what’s-uppable. Like attractive
distress. Step to the tune of a young man saddled up for a glitching snow, importune him with a
host of reasons to cum into no one ever. I lived it. Come, force up the hold you have. We take
vitamins now. Stake visionaries to candied poles, polls, threaded graver with pastel choking
flora. It’s a fortune out there. A potential big opportunity. I know because it happened to me.
[FANTASY OF SWEAT ON HER CUPIDS BOW]
In your face anonymously, it’s a tract of upper lip like an inverse pearl to hold stuff, a word (a
flip), swimming in a koi pond, a thumb chiseled by its other thumb of all exterior flesh but there
is fortunately still more flesh that looks also exterior. A tract like a religious pamphlet. At night
you were asleep and I whispered how glad I was to not have an exoskeleton when I fell. It made
me realize I’m glad to be alive even this way. A table grainy shows fluid better, window ladeled
grip, iceberg tip liming up a drive. Poems made of berry, poems made of abacus, poems as
firming nails tacked into paste. Paste racing w/ dew of financial papers to maybe hang on to if
you remember to. It won’t matter but it will make you feel better. Like you’re doing it all right.
Capers. Capos. Mashed tuners bruising compact logos. I wanted a sip of lager. Just in case. I
wanted to prime a face I now think perfect. Priming as the form of letting go. How many men
have copied dew for buttons, dewiest dew. I’m due for scissors and glue. Mother, there are an
amount of unfortunate archives. Organisms secreting. I have to say it turns me on so bad.