Slippers

I want to put on the right atmospheric
Pressure. Several holes in the ceiling 
Were left there by the last tenants.
I stare right through to a space ship.
Glowing crown of abduction & then nothing
But cellophane night. How do you open 
Your sleep? I keep a jar of straws ready.
Another hurricane with my name approaches 
My oldest shoes & turns them over like
Life rafts. I suck the pink from flowers 
To use for a future gender. Spend all day
In my slippers without noticing. A long 
Sunlight-sleepover with my own specters.
Scraping extra statues from the walls
& listing them on eBay. I need a few 
Hundred dollars if I’m going to buy
A bicycle. These times call for 
Man power. Legs peddling. Tightropes
Multiply & I get so thin I don’t need 
To pay them any mind. I was radical 
But I’m an inexpensive way. Nothing is
Really biodegradable except for flesh &
Sometimes hope. Leaf flesh & orange pith & dead bird. Plastic afternoon. Plastic 
Slippers to wear out to the graveyard 
Where no one is buried yet. 
Some would call this just a field.