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styrofoam mammal 

all the organic left me with you.
your frying pan in the drive way.
every window that i nailed shut
when i was afraid you would come back
in search of all my mucus.
the storm is sending all her chicken feet
& i am trying to be a slice of bread.
look at my crust. look at my manufactoring.
don't worry that the world
is flooding. tomorrow a great birth
of mosquitos. sometimes i think
"fuck it, let's be carnivores again."
then i see a really beautiful deer
& i hear the muscles laughing.
no more teeth for me. just a grapefruit spoon.
my mother has feet like jars of jam.
i inherited only a sliver of them.
instead i have my father's knives.
an iced over lake. i promise we will be home
in only eighth minutes. goldfish bowl faces.
my desire to preserve our lives.
no i will not get sick again. no i will
never get older or lose a rib to a shark.
you crack the car window & in comes 
a whole flock of dragonflies. 
they carry trumpet flowers
inside each is the voice of someone
we each wish we could hear again.
mine was a porch neighbor.
he smoked cigars & smelled like bologna.
i put all my guts in a take out container
& i walk down to the wharf.
the sea gulls are ready to become human.
i am ready to become sea gull feather.
grease & hollow bone. a siren wails
like a tornado warning. it could be
or it could be just test. 

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