tell me how to eat mania. to take it in.
i ride my boat onto the shore of a plastic island
& say, "i love you so much." piranhas swarm
like school girls. pigtails & purses &
sitting alone at the lunch table where demons
gather & tell me i am visible. lately i have
considered exiting only between the prongs of a fork.
wearing an ice berg. fill my pockets with anchovies
to free in the bay. saying, "go be homeowners."
their eyes staring back at me. shredding moons
for fringe. the fish are a universe.
i am just the digital pasture flooded by cream.