Hunger sneaks up // like two fingers flicking a pink / succulent moon.
/ imported by the cities of / howling beach =artificial coral / on the bone knife of my corona / ring of past
How to say that we are all / of these stars, that I want / the suffering I cause to be less / than the raindrops on the fern fronds / outside their fog-blurred windows
Morning headaches are set to blow up my brain / The extra gift of great machines
Over and over / our thin necks / hang the likeness / of your unfilled / body // We’ve known you for so long / We just want // to get closer
Evergreen is bone and pigment. Grows projectile out of ground. / Boughs snapped for thick blood. Resin drains from once-limbs / like beads of paint—is this rumor?
You shear coconut until it glistens translucent. / I Barbie your limbs & think about barbecuing ribs. I nurse // tender childhoods & drizzle ketchup on pizza. You are you and I am misguided.
Flecks of starlings peck pieces from a fried wing / on the asphalt by the driver’s side door.
I am afraid / no one understands // the gentle mind of someone / living like a hermit
Make me / a lily, paint my petals neon, toss them on the dance floor / one by one. Give me a frilly shirt, too-tight shoes, / glitter-brows and girls who call me Girl.