Her speech is like gold.
She smiles, sells veils in bulk.
Find bliss in these shrouds.  

2.
I cannot save you
But I will make you perfect.
Drink deep from this cup.

3.
Plastic is our king.
Watch me move mountains with it.
Christ was made from me.  

4.
Consume me, monster.
Loneliness to be no more.
He says, I'm sorry.  

5.
He says, I love you.
Her heart is in the backyard.
The dogs live there now.

6.
Red runs down her arm.
I am a God, she murmurs.
Everything goes black.

age
is
arbitrary!
is how i justify whiskey shots on the front porch with adults
singing drunken renditions of Wish You Were Here
it's tender and when our disharmonic voices pierce the quiet street
we all cry a little.

Kimmy puts her arm around me and tells me i am
going
to
do
great
things
maybe it's the alcohol burning up my throat
or something in the light

the
world
is
mine
to
change

We queue up like
indentured servants
grateful as ripe fruit for
the opportunity to
bend our back in an
eternal question asking
how few grains
how few beans
how few drops
do I need to survive
in a world that fits
like the abandoned sweater
of the world's tallest man

We line up like
Hoovervillites
eager as dogs for
the opportunity to
plunge our paws into
scalding pots of wondering
how many coins
how many beds
how many children
must I offer to subsist
in a world that spins
out of reach like the apples
of the world's tallest tree

We row up rank and file like
slaves
servile as a Christmas and Easter parishioner's lips slathering for
the opportunity to
kiss the papal ring imagining
how many hours
how many loves
how many lives
will be lost to languish
in a world that ossifies
like Gluttony's cast off carcasses
left by the world's fattest corporate cat

We queue up like
indentured servants
dolorous as dying vines from
the bonds and bridles that
bend our back in an
eternal question asking
how few grains
how few beans
how few drops
will I have left
   after they've taken the sweater
   after they've taken the apple
   after they've taken the scraps
in a world that fits
like the abandoned sweater
of the world's tallest man