from your
genderlesque moiré two water suns
train invasive things
the percieved field
is most like my clause
before stolen ice cream
in order to think
like singing deploy
textbook masturbation
thighs swing
across the marketplace
air like hangman
powerful free diogenes
sidling cloud crab
then off she petals paper
dress of gauze
grazing blue-white dross
still die high in its gaze
mechanical arm
lowers raises
capable
wavy red hair pink skin
dry brown desert crunch so
what? sliced blue cow the transforming
grill blanket warm skin so
what if you’re wrong?
now you want to make art
with cacti shriveling in the
sunset? that’s the worst
thing you could have said
what do you do with a want
who’s abandoned? there is actually
a woman there on the timber deck
wading into the grey pool
obvious
the waves
peeling back
into the ocean
to contain myself
again what if i
refused i
refuse