Sluicegate

biting a cherry tomato that tastes like cum

I feel so easily how we are just part of it

ammonium, bleach, cat piss, sweat
the sporelike blossoms on the ivy
climbing our house

the repeat scents & finite combinations
of chemicals that can be made on this earth 

gray days so outnumber the gold days here

when they arrive my body rehydrates, a secret perennial
you don’t have to do anything to me

if I could be naked in my car

driving by the dogwood blossoms and Sweetbriar Mansion

I feel the heavy dresses of colonial Philadelphian women 

stuck on one side of a sluicegate

just wanting to slide in with the rest of those chemicals

slip down the Delaware
go south or go west

away from this Puritan city