what do you want from me?

it is as though all the molecules of breath

have formed a line up

requesting a standoff

because we are not sure what dance step to grace you with yet

i hate all of it with the same

fierceness that i love

and must hiss in every plump mouth some sort of sordid truth

like television has held all the answers

all along

and like this fine aged gouda pairs well with this stout

 

lady in the corner staring at her stop watch

smoothing her hair back like an orchestra conductor.

 

It is so good to have you only a digit away

 

but i want the sway of this intrepid sound wave to penetrate like a sharp breath

 

as if you and all creation are drowning

 

like your shoulder shrugs

were a work of art

 

and you give a shit

what this drunk girl has to say.

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