Get Him Chromogenic
Part of ramping up is to adopt a thick gold tooth. I met my current lover in second grade: green gloves, slim legs folded, a same-sex mouth down-turned with plunging neckline. A pomegranate is also bright red. A large percentage of the world’s best-selling novels consist of women standing in rows of fresh cut flowers. I’m wearing a black brassiere; I met my lover in an elevator. A woman doing yoga is not unlike an object. Most aggressive acts of household violence take place with rolling pins. Who will the young girl who runs like a greyhound become in fifteen years? Her hair is bright red; she drives in a sidecar; a knot streams behind her in the U.S. and Europe only. If, on the other hand, she winds up naked in a cotton-covered bedroom, this image becomes a leaf-cutter ant.
I can’t be the only middle-aged, gowned socialite who grows a patch of skin. I injure the back of my head: it’s a knapsack, a generation of young men who moan for some time, then return their mother’s maiden names. Wet carved wood figures split in many fields of labor. The boy came to bed with four stuffed animals, and the sight was a definite pattern.
Once, a telephone dressed up in human hair. Then physical power, a milkmaid: the only family young enough to bear a symbol of cashmere and teeth.
Laughing Sideways
How did an unsanitary
joke get me riled
up I fell down. Plucking broccoli
Why are you never nice to me?
I perceive things
lonely in this cage, bored out of my mind.
Unlock the sink door where
mouse once harvested dry
astronaut ice, our
housecat’s noxious
feast: ocean white fish
minced or sliced in gravy. Outside,
it’s raining
But it’s constantly raining
Do you remember the last
time rain molded biscuits
stale indoors?
The sun refuse
recoiling into the autobiography of a schoolgirl who, mischievous
discovered an alleyway
close to home, pleading
I want to take a vacation
But you always take vacation
someplace else, I stay inside
indefinitely, unequivocally
larval without question
asleep behind
hair color, general body type
you cross out, I look in
away from time to time.
Temporary Insanity
Dressing for human absence might evoke a presence.
An antique oomph and whiskey bottle
painted grey I
flail a marble figure. To
this rhetorical drunk still covered with manuscript
woefully bare
at the time of the author’s death, a pair
of discarded pantyhose and 10,000 shoes.
Walrus Live-In
I have never seen a walrus live in person
Who believes that
The solution to
the problem is
Am I thinking
of you now?
I am thinking of you
less I thought
Am I thinking
of you more?
Sideview mirror
absent, big truck
up &
bust it.
When you walk
through the house,
You walk through
at least six
of you, all different
shapes &
sizes tall.
One taller
But he is gone—& so we spend
the evening discussing
A number of options, three
of which
I choose to divulge here.
A Better Ant Trap
It appeared that though the ants
would interfere by causing
greatest pain, abandoning
their nests for thirty & one
Days in
wind, snow, rain,
all ants are safe, barring
the family.
Several times
I have seen
the ants
yawn, stick out their tongues
In sleep like month-
old babies in a gentle
quivering motion. I have also
noted their
Communal rhythmic
journeys up the hill in close
white heat carrying
long sticks, fine earth &
Larvae, a defective
little mound
one inch tall in dark
brown clay if you must
Care to touch it?