every essence leaves me reaching.
sound
is disabled tenderness is abrupt.
life
is hypothetical harlequins deep unfitness.
looking for vestibules, feeling
pantomime.
so near to me, so inside of me, so
untried in me.
be
there, in the hibiscus, aside the skunk, around the strawberries, at the corner
store, outside the church, in the liquor store, undressing scars.
some extravagant game—it hurts
terribly—we count on what can’t be true, until, it’s authenticated; like vetted
sky-oranges, like earth-berries, fermenting my mind.
flowers in lobbies, concrete juice,
magnifying uneasiness. letting go. letting life. baffled by its wisdom.
oh global sanity, oh climactic
woman, days are increasing in discomfort.
every essence leaves me reaching.
sound
in disabled tenderness is abrupt.
“It could be so simple.”
it could survive. we just can’t idealize each other. some bigger part dangles
in limbo. destruction has our chains.
can’t see us in
skies flying different ways looking back with bloody beaks.
