…you
die imperfectly: this threat to men; and you die perfectly: this breath to men:
this swimming daisy, this trefoil embrace, at Cover Girl fantasias. I blast a coma, this resurrection, found
in diamond crowns: that other life, this
knowhow frenzy, our men dying for confliction: this model screaming, this
reckless enchantment, this Beauty Reporter.
I grind softly, a medal for bravery, this inner mandala: our casual
exchange, this mischief insanity, our years to growing aged as compassion: this
mystic adrift, this yogi frontal a maze, while cut for splayed: this Shea
Butter complexion, this Green Light Special, our sleet as sleek expressions:
wherewith, this gravel bleeding, this soil up-chucking, our guts playing for
fancies: this revelation, this office flame, our courts speckled with
loyalties—as turns buttons, while grieving losses, where it felt ecstatic to
pass life. I savage intestines, this
clinical depression, this laugh to witness kindred(s) appearing as gorgeous: our known retreats, this
ancient artistic, those kangaroo courts—as
but his baggage, or ghetto badges, at tyrannies afforded one last drum. I know inner lights, this march on
Washington, our eye-lift undercurrents: while dying resilience, or knitting
anniversaries, with two to three gladiators: that infant whining, our sisters’
ghost-face, this person tugging from bottomless seas: this man dancing, this
woman to operas, our orchestra flaring for disrupting public senses: this outer
square, this office nuance, those long to grave-like sensations: our permanent
colors, this weeding perception, those Clairol Frontal-lights. (It was good to sever, or hell to wheels,
where cryptic powers reside in kleptic souls: this morning’s grits, this mental
dessert, this desert of dying sacrifices: this temple in Rome, our impending
summer, our pomegranate with ginger: those redeemed eyes, that hair texture,
this plight to souls as bypasser(s): this coastal line, this Pacific forest,
our treasures found so far with boundaries: this admiration, after seeing such
addiction, while warped enough to believe cliffs refuse to participate: this
Aveeno woman, this down south soul, this sophisticated ghetto: to know by guts,
to ruin by redemption, as I laugh to forget this mystery: our cultic voices,
this cultic militia, this other person steaming greens: this Guess
enlightenment, this reckless tomorrow, our direction with inner compasses: our
blackened moon, this forereaching enterprise, this day to silence).
Its
1920, or 1865, this man pleading his intestines: or medieval blues, at converse
concerning arts, while ruined by plagues: this swimming sand-mind, this
intestinal grand-flute, this fluid sensation: our dreams to women, our sails to
Fiji, or such as women that distract inner saviors: our Own It mentalities, our meta-universes, those probable
existences: our Jergens with oils, our wines with passions, our eggs with
cheeses: as men running, while confused by facts, to picture Michelle proof
reading: indeed to solace, or casual turmoil, to distinguish one’s sad estates:
this genetic nightmare, this caiman agenda, this outer leviathan: as inward
fools, or drooling insanities, to have for perfect this conglomerate person:
that shift in decades, this year to centuries, our wonders concerning B.C.
debutantes: as fevers are abated, returning to equilibrium, at struggles about
utilities. […its sheer fierceness,
our turquoise Africans, our radiance as Always:
our Revitalift, our incarceration, our buoyant apocalypse: this apocrypha, this
trenchant realization, this daughter pinning certain phrases: our inner
mothers, our redeemed fathers, this cycle as finding truth in repeated lives:
our agonies, this blue-jay peering, this rope as unbraiding its cords: to die
while relieved, or achieve while studied, as one coming into another’s future:
our L’Oreal photographs, this capture with chimes, this remote feeling where
days were gloomy: that sort by anguish, while threshed with permanence, to
arrive with life’s resurrection: our unimagined selves, if but multiple persons, at intestinal squabbles].
