I continue to cultivate the conditions under which I feel bad. 

Every day want to be someone and don't/ so my skin
clutches itself in the nails of a prophet, brings forth a feather. 

Plus I’ve read all the great books a lot of times & cannot bear
to be anywhere. 

I’m going to sleep on the couch now. I’m going to eat/ the 
decorative orchid. 

*

I have four kinds of lube they are Ancient Greek themed Trendy Vegan themed 

Sex-Positive themed and Bad Branding themed and today I am glad

I didn’t die last night. 

The dark stars are only the way to go if you have an exceptionally heavy life. 

Some women were locked in a deathfactory because of a lit cigarette & stolen 

rag. By the end of the sentence it was bones, bones, bones. 

I’ve been waiting forever to believe in myself. 

I spent my vigil on a ghost who kindly did not show. 

Gluten and paraben and sulfates are bad for you so when I put this gag in your

mouth I am going to cover it with my spit. 

The American-made lubricants have nicer packaging than the other two 

which are made by the same distribution company located 

on the Isle of Wright. 

The fastest way to get there is by taking a hovercraft from Portsmouth. 

My family did not come over on the Mayflower

so a century ago in New York by now I’d probably be a hooker or dead. 

*

The defendant asserts congratulations on your one-year anniversary. 

The court walks around in zippershirts. 

It’s the same brain over again. 

Dark & aromatic as paint. We were on target at the best bashes, left

together on arrival wearing dresses on our hearts — a totally white

life in a pristine loft full of people having sex parties & 

drinking fruity cocktails

with tiny umbrellas

embroidered 

with 

poems. 

*

When the time comes to rise from your chair

It is essential to do so with Grace. 

I’m not talking about a token gesture 

or terror 

in the <3 of a man. 

I dragged an altar through my beige hallucinations.

This is the purpose of war crimes 

and courts — 

we’re humans, damnit

so we’re meant to be tried. 

I spoke to Venus in defiance of death. 

I forced the hand of a scented life. 

As a celebrant I banished 

everything, made basins

o’erflow with sweets. I gave 

one sip 

to the girl who had no need & I felt terrible

about it. She ended up being

a firefly, which was much nicer than what she was

like when pretending to be

a person-girl. 

Oh, flower — 

I felled you by the sleeve too early. 

The working title is a private utterance & once 

it’s gone it’s gone.