tension is hyper, the days are
uneven, politicians have palms on a woman’s anatomy—to claim ownership.
you’re filled with hatred, madness,
beauty and gin; you vomit out his intensions, cleaving to your friend, coughing
up
gremlins; made of flesh, feeling human,
debating the utter breakage—in units, pegs broken, society impassive in
excellence.
you’re perplexed, the future has
properties, it looks like the past, it feels like compromise. you roll emotion,
fret greetings, most alert
to the unspoken. you studied
physics, a minor in philosophy, it all seems overbearing: the glitter of body,
the carnival wilderness,
the art of chemistry. a friend is
mad, it stirs feelings, you want to fix it; you call in earnest, conceal
uneasiness, and sacrifice
freedoms. your friend allows for
embarrassment—she doesn’t attempt to carry the boulder; she lets you eat
tarmac.
you protect your child. you keep
close to your husband. no one knows you, saliva to cloth, cloth to cheek,
needing banshee secrets.
