I sat in the old pool and let
the black algae sprout all over me.
I lay down and became soil for
the black algae. Gave it my
sweat so full of minerals. Ate it
to keep going. To keep going
and grow more and eat more.
I have been lying down so long
my ears are ringing. From the soda-water
smell of the pool bottom - my eyes spring
to color like an Indian rug
as I stand up.
I thought I was taller.
Every day I eat an apple
and watch the dogs fight each other
at the big rocks in the park and this
is Freedom.
And I think about you, or who you might be.
You are buried under the skin of the world
behind its face and muscle. You are sweet.
You are a lime seed.
You are a lime seed
and every day I eat an apple
whose seeds sleep in the
middle lurking with poison.
My plan is to **** on the flesh of the world.
I'm no supervillain. I just want the smack of sugar.
I will **** until you emerge. Or I
will run through the park, shout at every stranger
in a new voice.
I thought I was taller.
I thought I was taller.
I lose my balance.
I lie back down.