It was a three girl day
honest
it was

I'm grinning so wide
and fear
arises

you'll interpret this
in some
bad way

and i'll empathize
in some
darkness

that isn't the light
shared
today

This finding
this identification
a tagging and categorization
of you in a slot
where no advertisements
will follow
no inducements
will lead
here
where syllables seek
to sing
for tiny amounts
of giant hearts

Don't come and ask me for money
and tell me you love me in the same breath
tho
you think you would never -you would
its the circumstances the narrative making you
keel over an' belly up belie your belly full
and some lies own everything with deep hooks
and cascading nuances of cheap surrender
to ice cream to grocery stores to mexican joints
spent time before you ran off and came back

its time for a remake of the popular organization
of the state its time for a subjugation of subjugation
and letters bringing smiles and pronunciations of joy

The line of inebriation
I'm finally getting over it
took a giant margarita
and a few brain freezes
to huff my way

The lesser view the diminishment of you
so I can be big so I can be the artist
I am the artist I am the source I am
Groveling in capital letters for love

Someday I will get all the way here
where the taste on my tongue is you
not some idea not some recognition of you

molecules of you on my tongue savored
in a moment in which you are revered
exalted above all the source the connection

the chemicals made in your pressured maker
spray over me spray over me wetly
i am included I am covered in our stickiness

construct of one earlier none all about sum
*** reaching for belonging  and to be accepted
i and my seed are to be tolerated now

that right there is me that right there see
that right there is not going to get here in time
to prevent to stop to pull to ground this muscle

thumping the ground must just must must
acquiesce to my hand my finger rubbing
another lottery ticked without looking at the result

I'd write a good one
if i was sure what that was
so i write these epistles
hoping for sound missiles
getting erstwhile thistles
of gisticles mostly indigestible