quantity over quantity 

i have been told i look like a sea gull.
mirrors turn into little factories.
i don't know how to be a thumb creature anymore.
i apply to a job on mars. i apply to a job
making wax models of myself.
there was an ad on my phone today
for vacationing in heaven. when was the last time 
you made a sandwich from only hair?
i have eaten what the earth does not want.
i have built hundreds of houses 
from only feathers. i was told by a voice
coming out of the wall, "build an arch."
i reject all notions of two by two. 
even the flood is heteronormative. instead 
i tell the animals to fit as many as they can
on my egg carton raft. pill bugs & elephants 
& neighbors. i pull a snake from my mouth.
i sell five eyelashes to the highest bidder.
the auction house is not a place
but a state of mind. how can i convert
these shoulders into gold. how can i 
plant a potato & wait long enough
for it to grow into a child. we cut 'x's
into the walls. dig here. the spare room
full of nothing but shoes. there has
to be another way. or else we are already full.
no vacancy on my solar system. just 
a lot of trading cards & a lot of bicycles.
don't get me wrong though.
i also want it all. i want to be full.