With Love and Willfulness and Rage and Love,
we buy a mattresstrying to solve it in the body
Outside news time
Beautification bulldozes along
I get my period a bell in the brain
I say, In English it’s called
Postpartum depression
slow collisions ofgrey
Yes, you answer, I’ve heard
The only thing that helps is your own mother
city spacehollowed-out
From the bus I see a man
Stripping meat from a spine
used to trust somesenses
You go face-first into tile
I haul you up onto the bed
slow secondssmear
Small mouth seeping red
Exquisite tedium
the heightof lotus season
I won’t read this article about the orca
And her dead baby
like addiction butless interesting
Stop it, you say, my situation
Is so much worse than yours
can’t helpwith connections
Smooth my face
Into a surface of balloon
won’t say refusedto break
From the car a coat
Black fur in the road
slowcollusions of grey
Finally I can see my brain
A half-awake need not to die
you wantto have a try
I don’t want to live forever but
I do want a new bed