bowling pin

you break down the door with a letter opener
but i hide the secret beneath the fall-down stairs
& won't be giving it to you. intruder alert.
cellar door cellar door. she says, "let's get coffee."
they talk about how all games are all either 
about wanting touch or about knocking the whole city over.
she wants to be touched. he wants to knock the whole city over.
godzilla sits in the bay weeping. we go to console him 
with a packet of fruit snacks & a bowling ball. 
he thanks us. we become pins standing side by side.
isn't that just like me? to offer myself as a video game.
i don't give up the secret at least. my bruises are ripe planets.

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