inside the leopard purse

what do you mean you don't
have a face? what do you mean there 
aren't halos stuck in the drain?
all i asked for is excess. i want
the too much jungle. 
i need my headphones to overflow
with the life we can't have. 
each spot is a continent on 
another planet where they have
this shit figured out & no one
is hungry & every spends the nights
looking at the stars & dreaming.
in the sacristy the sinks feed 
into the soil. i get my pipes like that.
return my crumbs to their mother.
i bought the purse as a joke. faux fur.
the animals still running. the joke
gets less funny the hungrier i am.
i wear it to the train station. there are
not actually any trains so we're just
standing there with empty bags.
i fill my purse with leaves. crawl inside.
get really really really lost. i feel
like i did in grad school when there
were too many hours & not enough.
i throw coins into passing boys' mouths.
love finds me like a parking ticket.
you are too late. there is a wild cat
at the door & she is offering her skin
in exchange for all the meat in the fridge.