February
Helplessness slit through until it bleeds. Not retired but jubilado.
The distance between cultures. You have everything but nothing. Privilege
hides behind a mantle. The severity of the dismantled. Hello? Nest to
whom she sits. Machego cheese smells a little like old clothes. When I
was in your belly I was in heaven. When we fly on a plane, where are all
the terrorists. To grasp poorly its spooky presence. The zoot suits of
racism. Courtesy of public tv. A lovely tea party on the ceiling. If you
are kind enough to come with me. A worthless frivolity.
Twenty songs of despair and one love song. Somewhere. I have gone
marking the atlas of your body with crosses of fire.
Rain so heavy that this little room will float. In transit is good. Unanchored.
Women and children first. The sink is full of ice and cheap champagne
before it was clear. The flu is an opportunity for brandy. Wine a relaxer.
Mexico requires cerveza after cerveza or two for one
at the same time. Blank because how to describe it. A person in absentia.
She recused herself from testimony. Verisimilitude. It must have appeared
unsinkable simply because of its size.
The immobility of the person drinking whites out. The immobility of
the person writing sets the world in motion. To have chance at least.
Still red wine in a cut glass suggests blood but whose. Years near the
sea in a hotel room. Severe arguments and a bite that left bruises in
the shape of teeth marks. A poem. I have forgotten what was wanted then.
The Hannah Crafts book may be the earliest known novel by a black woman
slave educated on the fly through books in her mistress’s master’s
library. Before 1855.
You Americans have everything and yet nothing. It is possible to spend
$35 to hear someone say that. Still a Roles Royce has a satisfying ride.
Perro cantinara. The dog licks its cock and balls which the painter
has rendered a man’s. The tavern is the setting for his commedia
dell’arte. It’s that or the church he said. excise the ore.
I’ll go another route for mine which is to say I’ll move through
this female body. Those rabid dog fucks interspersed with the lingering
eating and splayed lap dancer Cirque du Soleil girl postures (she could
eat herself). Footnoting the sources is polite or following the rules
even when beside the point. Which is to say operate within boundaries.
To be rid of that. Or light it up. His sole point being the hole at the
tip of his cock. Pop-a-lock, daddy. The arched hunched doggy spine as
she drops clean, perfectly formed turds.
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