I hope Anna can’t smell
the warm           on my belly. I get annoyed with
                                                       the work of conversation


                                                  the      scene. Kismet crushes my soul and I keep getting
bright red jewel in the middle, a scab. I must’ve scratched
Summertime. Why is fake laughter so creepy, and catching yourself
                                                                              white woman
                           looks like my friend, her blonde

                                                                               teeth

                                    sweet              on          a hot
   softball         scoop
                                   chocolate sauce, and
       

                                                                                            hi:)

the plentitude of the plaintiff
Please,
How may I help?
They ask faces pressed against
A clamor and a din

~

sucking the sharp end of this peach's rock
fruit fruit fruit
scattered carcasses lying all across
under a full blood
moon
A PIT IN A HOLE
   of sweat
and it smells like september
which is to say rotting guava
fermenting into vinegar
or dirt

Every morning the animated claw
selects me from my womb
Pulled up
To bottle feed by machine

One little piggy

Slam on the snooze only makes the
nightmare five minutes longer
Re up for one more sunrise
At one PM

I could stay up all night
for my industrial bang

knowing the crane always comes for me
eventually

your tacky ombre eyes
b/w cheeks trembling as pudding
& tempurpedic forehead
regurgitate
mites on my face
fucking all night
if ever i leave my room
it's just because i want to
here i am, desiring
an attractive record shelf
ropes of honey
that good bacteria

all i have to

each step

on broken feet

draw a breath shape

not a woman

sun dusting nipples