many world

como nada three raw eggs in a dish

place them under the bed 

two hundred marks made in blood

that looked like a cardiograph 

angus the cat staring at the cold spots 

thanks for teaching me so much witchstuff

the hill of the martyrs grant money

that dark place on palace avenue

heads of the native chiefs on stakes around the plaza

jackson was conceived during a conjugal visit

sheena is half navajo

theresa natalie mary kilpatrick

specter detector and the riveting story

do you hate talking to a wall

or do you love how it just reverberates back

i saw mr. president before the speech

i was using his microwave in the wings

he was shy to ask my affiliations

i wished him good luck and hoped he knew then

sad on the new carpet

baby and me in a box

what were we watching

why the hole in my hand

am i bouquet right now?

is everything bouquet?

She Really Let Herself Grow

he sent me a picture of a waterfall,

"I want to grow here and feel wet innocence"

he sent me an invention of an air piece
half eaten and still swallowing itself,
the candle loudly "lick"s

he sent to me a feeling of butterflies
with apple bodies heavy as birds,
licking at the heart of my stomach

"she really let herself grow"

when I grow inside my office I find apples,
people,

old things:
hard-drives, memories

"I'd never leave"

BABY OF THE ZODIAC

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Pre-fab, post-It

hold on to a 

dream freaky free 

of pointed fingers 

Dramatic Green Grass

just humble humble 

go about the office

with a translucent glaze

dolphin oil over everything

glaze should be thicker 

than longing for a whole pet

coming soon

trying to watch for comfort

but its a dark leaves feeling

like the tape from 1993

still says coming soon

for the trailers

and its dark leaves outside

its all a part of your design

Midnight Projections

at night
in an old way
I rub the thick, off-white 
dream balm 
into my temples
get milky clear
and feel about
all the day times 
with you in the desert

by midnight
heavy water
keeps me asleep
in an old way too

My Bed Up There

in dreams,

subtleties become poignant frustration, half alive and half stiff like death
or just strange
and every five seconds the ghost mice scurry on the floor
leaving subtle brown tunnels

to wake up angry about nothing, about death
tell yourself again “I just have the time”
to be a lady with tunnels and time too
and to yearn always for the context
from a forgotten phantom or forgetful ghost
suggests a question of sexuality

in dreams,

suggestions are half stiff, like death
but light enough to wake a lady for five small seconds
enough time to see one mouse turn tunnel
and she could only be so lucky

see-thru love

i’m living in the lap

my spider leg eyelash

baby

just rolling in oils

and

there is so much soap

waiting for number 10

feeling God’s phone vibrate eternally

(she who) tightens the throat,

can also be read as meaning

(she who) causes the throat to breath

either or she on my side

seeing through sun and haze

green back girls fall down all day

green back girls fall down all day

UES-*-BED

HE WAS THROWING MUMS OFF THE TOP OF A TRUCK
WITH GRACE
ON THE WAY DOWN
THEY BLENDED IN WITH THE TREES




* * * * * * *

THE WHOLE TIME I WAS WRAPPED IN A BLANKET 

THE WHOLE TIME I WAS UNCOMFORTABLE
THE WHOLE TIME I WAS IN CALIFORNIA MY MOM
WAS TEXTING ME ABOUT THE WEATHER
IN CALIFORNIA
WE WERE SITTING ON A SMALL HILL WITH GRASS
HE LOOKED REALLY SMALL LIKE THE HILL
I WANTED HIM TO LOOK BIGGER








SOMETHING STALE GOT SOFT TONIGHT
AND OUR SOFTNESS GOT URGENT
TONIGHT WE FLOATED 
IN SLEEPOVER STALE TO
CALIFORNIA WHERE THE WEATHER WAS
JUST LIKE GRASS 

We

I have been lugging around these developing snails
for months now

and he's got some body language problems
of his own





(I can only digest so much unedited babble
about expansive horizons and
dewy dawns)







the flies die all day
it takes at least one whole day
for them to die
for their legs outlive their wings
their eggs born are still and over







(I've got dreams to remember)

crunchy

cliqq me

o bb shake it

also from the desert

they found godkins in a crib in a motel room

he had been eating his own feces

you know it had stunted his growth

he was adopted by an admiral

so he had all this opportunity you know

he could become whatever he chose

so he asked to be made into a jockey

someone who rides horses

and he was a good one

because he was so small

craft

BECOMING BORED ABOUT

BECOMING THE PEST

JUST WANTED TO SHOW YOU

THE RED MOON ON THE PIER

just it all it's about justice

*NO1 will ever luv or hate me as much as me

on my days off I sit around working the hardest

sweating

panting to get picked up

picking up a fan

like a beautiful brunette on crutches 

who gets invited to all the parties

soft and strong

on my days off I look at my legs with the polka dots

going backwards into summer

nearly into spring

my stomach gets sour with these knots right now

soft  like right now and strong

like going backwards

on my days off I sit around working wondering what is perfect

and what will be perfect next

I always know walking too

when the knots will turn spritey

next

why I always know when too

let the fan let the scarf do it's thing

tickle my face at sleep 

for I can't do it anyway

WHEN THE MASS OF HUMANS GROWS YOU KNOW YOU LOVE THE ONE YOU KNOW

BUT NO1 LUVS OR HATES ME LIKE ME BUT 

I LOVE THE MASSES

I LOVE THE MASSES

if only I knew

what a little bit of makeup could do

there are multiple boys with similar shadows

white and yellow in the daytime 

two blue eyes closed 

I remember what I am doing with

my whole self and there is nothing lost to

the nighttime

thinking the makeup ladies are thinking

of the wonders they could work with me

white and yellow man hands i am undeserving I am a stomach

such of the luv and the hate

for my size for no woman I shrink

and forget what is right to do with my own

hands or my own mouth and forget

that i never knew and that knowing is such nothing

thinking about the makeup ladies thinking about 

the long and shaved thighs getting stroked with real boobs

in real bras and the waterfall pony tails and i forget

who i am because I've been hating the shrinking

and luvin  g the drink

ing*