1


high evens and low odds.

seven dimes in a jar, all
stacked against us.

the weight of this life-lantern,
this bendycrux.

the weight of it
left to idle on my chest.

leeches and all. it must be

the weight of a freighter.
and so dumb, like

the both of us. hands out
to each other, eyes closed
to each other —

occupying the same space. the
gist of our kingdom:

let love, let love, let love
fall septicemic.


2


even

being in the same dimension
as this hexagon

rivers me into opening for
a larger body of anguish. i

have not sabotaged
myself in almost a decade -

& that's a muted pride adjacent
to proprietary success -

congratulations, girl, on the
one hit knockout.

condolences, girl, on the ****
integrity of the mainframe.


3


i mean, the blackboard of
all your non spiritual relationships.


4


neat-o, holograms on Thursday night,
alternating between taut and compressed.

no, i didn't have a crush on the alien.
i loved him. why don't they believe me?


5


because psychosis is real,
and it is tender meat
boiled for an afternoon. it falls

apart as soon as it's
taken from the ***. it not only
falls but it falls through every
thing.

through cloud cover and
through the magenta skin
that slickers over reality.

it falls completely.
it falls silent and
it falls empty
from the open mouth

of a slaughtered cow.