hold me
mauve the pockmarked polly pocket jacket taught our fingers how to dance
fancy, like marble car horns rolling thunder through wet colored skies.
like we made it. we made it!
hot but still on market squares selling pickled
radishes for ten cents a pop and
mopping the floor with you hoes!
(only you who know it knows it's growing.)
fluorescent in the scented sun, a seed. (a seed!) for me?
how the seeing breaks itself in pieces to parallel faces.
(look with the heart and the mind.) as if it’s that
easy. i find it hard to go about updating plastic every
year. then there’s the severed red clay thighs
i can’t get right no matter how fucking hard I try and
this painting of a body I can’t help but commodify.
the basket case might knight this sweating bottle with a kiss.
a wren cycles through the ground & up again, black and wind-billowy.
that’s the gist.
Posted Oct 29, 2022, 6:24 AM UTC