*my poem on mushrooms

last night I dreamed all my hair came out

In disbelief I showed

and they told me it was so much worse

and wow ya it's all scarred 

but the light house works

and the victims dont drown tonight

but still 

I'm itching to eliminate, 

I'm starved of the float

but Don't have a cow

and (I'm safe)

and I don't know what my sin is can you save me from this place?

but

I took a trip and I saved myself!

everyone has a beloved and the beloved are married in secret
i could be breezier and damp with you, entwined by the calves
so how do i bring you here? by pulling flowers out of my mouth?
condiments for dipping in and out of conversation
women loving women reclaiming the land from the sea
thoughts like small ugly pellets protruding elastic
goldenrod toes, running
a hand through your bleached
purpling to bring the poem back to neutral
like glass birds we have nothing in common
with real life and the next day we have the same dream

Claire says some intimacy is casual
and you draw a heart around her face

zone out on camellia swirling
blonde drool and wrinkled smile

I don’t know shit
but I already knew that     I mean

everything that isn’t a cherry
is the wallpaper in a private reverie
sticking to the poems

I make the sounds of caring
nudge and nod my throat to respond
but I’m thinking it’s obvious
how I decorate myself with butterflies
because I love being a butterfly

come scribble a snake into my poem

describe singing
without the word red
spreading or ripping
out the roots of flowers

if you were to hear & let it show all over your face
whispered sharp staircase under the slant, a slanting doesn’t stop see saws
back and glancing you hear little snippets tune out shies. you shy to write
so slow and halting you go blank, left blank and strip down to the moment
you want to be held in a scribble but not just anyone’s. powder blue
wearing sweater in a powder blue room. spaced out like that surprised
what shows on your face when you see me