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.