i am unfolding like a purple tangerine,
peeled backend black and pale. your baby's gone to break-out the boy
red-gushing at the cheekbone she pinched, so a name-caller may carve out
and into ceramics; that dip of your collarbone indifference at defeat,
shrug and release like a tide must roll. it might change sexes for me, or
at the will of an unhappy moon. yes, the inescapable mother
show her no fear now, howl at her malignity - do it! i beg.
what must i mean? he is teething so my ear-lobe between my molars is
bitten down by a bat. a year-long freak of nature but i am eight and a half
swatting, soothing nerves at my nerve and ending the triumph
of a dozen over-sized galloping versions, naked in a pad-locked paddock
wool smoothed like a lamb in a petting zoo, each one. i am not sure where
to look , beneath the fleecesheets ?
the dreams will end any day now but we do not feel different often,
or half-full. what goes in one ear swims straight through the other,
spasming like a cat electrified under night skies; or mama's back
the pavement is smooth as i am. dipping downstairs for a gawk at your new blue trousers
you in them, fridge festival. sure, i'll ride the carnival ride - best in show, ticket for ten and two.
i'll be sat for this final performance
where we kid ourselves into jumping off a very tall canvas,
licking the frame and spitting out paint chips.
missiles fired in early years yes and no there was room for coming down
make sure to mark territories with candle-sticks and take our talons out to fence,
clawed in the face, the strangeness escapes treason;
always unreasonable. you think so anyway; but i could do it
for things like sick sunday evenings where i
cut out a word for you, stuck it to a nice young man
who told me he'd never fucked
a little girl before you had us all half-laughing but i choked on
the idea of you ever resting again by my neck.
you want a fucking dream, but you do not hope. i am telling you only so that you can swallow it down
by the time i pull out of you and here and men-bound, and it will happen any god damned day now
my desires are unrenewed but waiting to go home with the unlucky boy
who picks me out and takes me to the bedroom
i'll get to see his bare-ass and his mother weep
at the sight of his torn-up clothes i'll console her & say i won't say a thing if she won't. we'll laugh because it's funny
because i knew her son better than her daughter like i hadn't fingered either
and i'll ask my boy if he'll let me go next time he passes, he'll ask my fucking father
he'll say "no" i won't fuss it is only a matter of time before the lights go out
and i'm dark again can't see a thing in this thing i'm doing with him
and take a breath it's like you're dying! i don't dance around but i do get impatient
or i want answers! i seek them like the swordfish wonders
why it is without weapon by it's side. how does it work it out
the unicorn does not know why people look at it funny because it does not know of it's horn
only once it sees itself in a reflective lake or hoof or eyeball
will it cower and cut it's own only beautiful nicety off of itself. some say tragedy i say bless you sick in the head
i am spoken-for when over the moon, but i watch to learn;
i am a boy with a fishing rod. mine fucked me over, left me under the ice. i move beneath the feet of you
what i said to you; i am not a girl more than a lamb. you will have no interest in wool once you've discovered leather!
i do not like to be herded i am not without will but supposedly i am clever; have i ever wanted to belong to you it is no matter of perspective
someday i will be taken by you at the fountain, unmarried desires i've not found in HIMHERYET, my drought spelled-out on
thighs and the war will end with a dark look and no more candle wax! thank fuck for gore girls and the death of men
