There it is, somewhere. Skimming pamphlets
meant to expand statistical certainty, spin the room
Upside down. Like when we Consumed
each other under nope digital skies Suddenly
accepting grandmothered chalkboards, Sour
wrist flowing Crunching numbers & grip to the
flex of a calf carrot stanced scarfing dinner under
bleaked LEDs this empty, lively kitchen. Unlike
the Sun a marvel Lighting unnecessarily
neon blush every time 2 gay men
spoke me beautiful: wonder the lasting
devotion to unreal rising/exhaling, stumbling
for chipped windows ills Chatter kisses chipping
curtain frays; what goddamn messy! & you feel
It is perfect. A thing; the sun, that is.
Confident criminality, step one I’ll watch a movie
rather phantasmic journey through adjacent walls
spectating choiced thirty-first doors in journey
Wearing wool with comfort, step two. How ‘bout
nibbling off this neighbor I’m thinking of
traveling Tuesday when things lack
Lack watch the jar of flowers on my desk eating
Responsibly these strawberries desperate
bought shadows hungrily Rubberneck a looking
back eroding pillows, tongue on tongue too
behold a God's eye in storm where tapping rings
finish me. Not a sin to practice. Come on,
—as her heels begin to float, a shudder insists.
