Yes, yes. I’m trying to neutralize the self, let’s get on with it.
fanfuckingtastic
in lo and
hop infronta the tv
my
wifes
laptop infronta
me
me and hop me infronta
the tv and me
they
only vaguely know each other
like dye let's call
him
stan
32
he
grew
up in the same town as
she
but i
think
to meet up
stan this weekend tomorrow night my job
i keep pretty so
i
might
my dear wifey comes home about
an hour after me about an hour after
me and she
changes
then immediately starts
doing
to do
but it's okay
if i would
actually go plans for my
job
i keep pretty
so i
a cheater she cheated
she can't see
tho
and
she
is
going on how to
take
place
is
anybody even
morning
or
should
i make place
i pant we had
some lame exchange sex life
going
tv i told
her
tomorrow morning
or should she see the
relation
pay
wolves
something about sliding the thin cardboard lid off
remember very specifically there must be a comma
between thin, cardboard … my body’s heat printed onto
into the otherwise cold floor, the shoebox shaped like a shadow
but somehow subtly connected to the idea of a shadow
the shadow representing something hidden-aggressive
the next line emerges, rhymes mask with dagger
suggests things are not what they seem for reason
white door, gilded knob creaks opens stage right,
i don’t notice — too involved, self-involved — i must have noticed
eyes close, nose inhales deeply, points of the lips twist up
the excitement of being caught, the rush of causation
you have to explain what you find
you have to explain what you find
you have to explain what you find
you have to explain what you find
