i shed the power switch.
legs gone & planted like windmills.
stockings hung from the poll
like invitation or banner. a nation
loomed like a sive. cheese clothe
for moon rocks. i'm milking all i can
from this reptilian affair. hopscotching
my scales all the way home to the egg.
a tape measure for judging chicken
from lizard. shucking socks
like skin. sweat thickening to rubber.
bounce ball off bricks until
the brink is heavy & visible.
taking my fangs out & sitting them
on the kitchen counter like knives.
ankles escaped & escapading all the way
to the underworld. i'm drawn to
starting new only in disastrous ways.
deforest the playground & dig
barehanded in mulch.
goodbye goodbye & white hankerchief
& dressing room mirror that makes
you look thin as a branch.
i collect the old skin in mason jars.
float them out to sea via river.
bobbing old carapaces. what's the point
of moisture? in the end
the dry finds every wallpaper.
curling at the edges. your snake
[insert intimacy here] is more ready
than ever. fresh playground
of flesh. i knew green before
anyone else in nowhere. belly
to soil. sun on my back.
i'm looking for the perfect rock
to graze across. test the tear.
turn ribbon by the dusk red.
leave another sheild
melting in the dew.