parking lot sea gulls outside china king buffet
today the earth is a powdered donut.
throwing watermelon rinds at the sun
to worship. we come to reclaim the wild
of an afternoon. i come barefoot
to the broken glass. a tea bag in my mouth
painting my soul amber. the bread comes
presliced. communion is communion is communion.
contential breakfast served for everyone
with a pair of headlights. the daughters
are birds & they don't take no for an answer.
all my genders turn unruly. whatever we must do
to secure the dumpster when the celebrations
have turned to funeral pyres.
i count birds until my fingers undergo
mitosis in the process. we come to catelog
each others dreams. i am hungry
in a way only the birds know. their ocean is
a jello tray. their mothers, garbage
& junk & unwanted skulls. this is where
i come from: cementeries beneath cementeries.
an antenae picking up the video games
of whales. signals from alien spaceships
unsure of where to land. the open sign says,
"here is where you can feed your monsters."
there is no where to park because
dinosaurs are roaming across all the spaces.
neon promised atrician. i dwindle
in the way the human tail did. less & less
until it was just a comma on a life.
let's eat all we can.