I pulled up my shirt

just to feel my own skin.

It’s a trapped feeling days without port

I’d imagine, it’s a similar feeling to being on that of an island

Scrambling to the ends of the earth only to find the Red Sea

Tempting an illusion of faith

If only one were to jump from the railings

My whole body feels soft and swollen

Holiday goose.

“I was not only fed, I was feasted”
Fat
Smooth
Thighs
My watches finally fit

Snug
As a bug
In my belly swelling
Parasitic possibilities I pray
But not really

But it feels better
than taking responsibility

For not fitting into any of my jeans

Take me in your toes
Wrap me around your neck
And tell me
Babe
You don’t need to breathe
Because
Babe
You pig
You slob
I will breathe for you
**** on your belly and make you squeal
Throw you up into the ceiling
And watch you spin
Fling around in pieces
Then Pick the sleep from your ducks and Lick your temples
Topple you
back into this pool of sheets
Splashing
in this free world
We call Tuesday
Slide by
in my hands
in our hands
I am light
I am so light and I feel nothing
And everything all at the same time
Because
In twenty minutes I danced
In one hour I exploded
And my new friend In two
In two it doesn’t even matter
If my cat hates me
Because I hate my cat
But I love her just the same

I can’t imagine
Myself being tender.
I just feel like a stranger
8pm Thursday

What died in me
What woke up?

My heart my heart
I used to sing to you
I used to fill your head with custard thoughts and whipped cream cherries
We were a hot fudge Sunday banana spilt
Toothe ache
I begged you for just one day
I begged you for a watch that didn’t work our very first date
And even when we fixed it that Halloween
It ticked in a costume

And the rise of inequality
There’s this bird outside
That tells me I’m primal
But the screen in front of my face tells me
I’m tame
Domestic
A house cat
A coned dog
Let off my leash
Found comfort in a collar

Baby, if this earthquake hits
We’re all going to die

People join chat rooms, drop their pants and buy plane tickets.
Did they give up
or did they just get real?

Eloquently plain
You’re like a fine vanilla yogurt
Surprisingly delicious
You chance you maybe
Good
Your words entertain me to the end
And then I am bored again.