I’ll lick your ear
Next time I see you-
I’ll stick my finger
Up your nose
Pick at the bottom
Of your brain.
My neck will betray me-
I’ll blush and sit
In the heat of my blood
Bathe in my breath
‘Til I’m clean.
The divots between keys
Are full of crumbs and fur and
Dust expired from another era-
Do you remember how to speak?
On my to do list-
Aka the ten tabs at the top of the
Window open on
The laptop open on the
Bed on the
Nightstand bookpile
Backcorner brainstorm-
Learn french, play guitar, read, sleep, eat.
Gather up the finger-smudges and make
a career out of it. Contribute something
Lovely: easy to read.
Like What Rhianna Are You? What Pancake? What Political Refugee?
Stop getting to know me. Stop listening in. Stop offering me comfort
In recycled plush whales and other things
I would very much like to purchase.
I’d like to purchase space.
That lost luxury.
The chance to hug my loneliness close
In a room full of people-
To meet in anonymity-
To trade likes for the listening
That bends bodies to the ear:
Dear me, dear you-
It’s all gone to skinny tea.