I need a shrink a
doctor a damn shaman. I live like danger, I share my inheritance, by dance we
chance a problem. a thousand tasks late at evening a drink a stranger it begins
to ache. discover paradise a sober woman so aloof it means walk away. eating
sawgrass walking marshlands rereading something theological. so toward in an
untoward arena at art at behavior at restrictions. it’s different for
privileged, same situation, different analyzation. sandstone eyes always saying
yes, a fool starts to feel privileged. over a frittata at a spot so dark in its
crevice. a lady in red atop a channel steeped in her shadow. so sublime as a
soul is weaned, he enters into a grown woman’s world. damn near a shoebill. it
means so much. in its second, moment, a light bag of filters. an ankh on her
ankle, a liberal philosophy, she spreads her affection: in tone, in body, such
rising climatic frenzies. I felt proper feelings. I was dizzy. never a bad ass
woman. too much fatigue such rising greed I slipped into adoring a mistake.
over a harpsichord coaxed into a room so ravishing it frets to rebirth—a feeling
a soul while desperate to have those aches. forgive unnecessary allotted to
unnecessary made so very necessary. a touch in a basement, against a wall,
letting gods do as sinning requests. so baptized so ordinary in an
extraordinary environment. symmetry exile like years in bondage for one woman
running amuck. one might smile, think himself immune, in a building one day—to meet
Mrs. America. unphysical dynamite at a channel like wheezing, in a stack of hay
a trillion men chasing. if to burgeon (grow), if to get into a trance, if to
write like no soul has ever created.
