A Book In A Night If a rocket were to leap from my arms like a toad that didn’t want to be caught I might just jack off like a boy like shuck the corn like right the wrong like demon is a clever word for hope. I wish you would read my poems like a daughter might tuck her mother in like yes. SHATTER wrist bones, pluck dry my eyes. Suck each strand of hair off of my head. Leave me soggy and chattering, shutter my limbs, rock my belly. I wish you had been there with me and sat and said something cheesy like, draw me from life if you’d like, I’ll sit still, and a kiss would be a burning blister. Dive until the water terrifies you like claustrophobia from an open ocean like SHARK like swirls of dark black sand alive in the water obscuring your legs is it a lake is it a mouth is it a groping hand? A side effect of being a woman.
A side effect of affect is hysterical shirt-ripping, wrapper-chewing delirium. FISH are too old. NOUNS are too simple. A vocabulary can’t stretch as far as paint. Save me from the rabbits.
I’ll follow the burning red tree. My lost thing is rickety metal. I want another world. I want another world.