when the world was an earring i pierced a hole through the middle of my body like a sewer pipe. we glinted in the morning's gold & greened like spring onions. all i wanted was a stud in the sand. we collected the horses from the bottom of the barrel & gave thanks for orange peels. teeth sharpened to points & we drank the blue from every icicle. what do you know about puncture? drilling holes in the drywall to let out the pressure. emptying my the house of its hot slippery ghosts. bubbling oil. bread a star. all i wanted was to be the kind of shine visible from space. the moon nods off to sleep. a buoy in my heart warbles. sea gulls fly upside down. the ocean takes her oven to the shop for fixing. all the stop lights are replaced with costume jewelry. women & geese climb the apertures to snatch their pick. next year, next year we will be holy. next year the trees will return with necks & new foliage. fresh green poetry. i'll eat with a shovel in the early dark. what should we do in the meantime? i have a hot needle & i have a trembling earlobe. i have a drum tight with the cow it was pulled from. come with me i need help propping up the backdrop. the mountain hasn't been a mountain for a long time. so, keep me a little velvet box. then, lose one half of me on the last day of the month & discard the rest.