i’m being in love
with a paintbrush, he looks
like a brace tooth brushed
bristled medium, he’s more red
than white, than worthwhile, then
eventually, and eventually, he’ll
taint a private puzzle, make me public
pants, paints from pigeon blue to pink blue
light-lavender-perked passion
in place of perfect pep
i’m polar, once impoverished, once popped
up to perk coffee
now i perked coffee


and i’m pellucid, and i love him.
i love him. i’m leaning the wrong way
from him, but who heralded heaven
as higher than hell? sophie chose—
and gave girls, away  

lay down, look, when i’m dead
don’t clothe my coffin
be busy being in love
closing an eye to heaven