meltdown

i don't want a face anymore.
i think it would be easier if i just
walked around with a little sign
that read "please talk to me."
i ask you what you see in the clouds 
& you respond, "what clouds?"
often i am the only one in a room
thinking about teeth. what a shame
we could all be loudly aware of our
potential for soil enrichment.
the geese have decided not to return
to wherever they came from. that is fair.
i am also a creature of dislocation. 
my knees slide out of their sockets sometimes.
i take that as a blessing. look at me & look
at how i live like pasta becoming 
a meal. i don't have good control
of my emotions. i put them in jars.
i feed them to my hypothetical children.
i put them in envelopes & send them 
to people who i wanted to be friends with.
lately i have been less interested 
in putting myself back together. 
i let the pieces develop their own lives.
there is the angry little ghost & the wild
bilingual parrot & the goat eyes &
even the pilot without a clue how
to get home. i look forward to all 
the fragments yet to come. i open
mirrors like cans of peas. see my mosaic.
i drive all night trying to reach a lover
whose name i forget. how could i 
forget their name? all i remember is that
he lives in a house without any lights.
in the cupboard with the water glassed eggs
i find a piece i did not think i had anymore.
this is the joy of being a collage creature.
there i am & there i go.