I tumble dry your things as I find them about the house. Behind the couch. Under the chair.
Personal belongings set on high and reset every half hour.
It’s my hope that they’ll crumble to dust and get filtered by the lint screen.
I’ll clean it off, the multicolored mat of you and bury it in garbage.
Shake out the screen. Let the wind take the rest of you.
not strong enough to hold the axe and let it swing, these broken arm
lullabies cycle repeating
cassette wheel turning and the blinding figure of the sun comes with tongue drawn to lay waste to the vineyard
he called it schizophrenia
trance trance trance I hear
the orchestra of my blood cells banging in the music halls
kiss kiss
let’s bury the jars
if you cut open my throat
chin to chest
wrapped in a tangle of vocal cords
are a set of teeth
a tongue
and an eye
insatiable incisors
they gnaw and cut at the epithelial tissue
they have plans for take over
maps of my fingers and plans for the sky
there’s a jar next to the sink
full of pink water and metal tools
leftover from digging out my rows of teeth
chatter chatter
I filled the empty sockets with the broken pieces of records you played me
vinyl mouth
bed full of dirt
look at all the jars
what
sun-baked novocaine
we said hallucinate in all the languages
we knew
j’hallucine
she sang
it was the only line I knew
mouth dry and crusted
it sounded like autumn
another story
I asked her why she wasn’t breaking the arms
it’s not necessary, she says,
but I’ll break the ribs for you
it took three before I could hear the sound
story
there was a homeless man asleep at the bus stop.
he was using a newspaper as a blanket.
while he snored, I read a story about a little girl that got stabbed to death after school.
she died in an alley.
she died with pink ribbons in her hair.
they
they built a city out on the plains
called me to design the streets
the underground
and I thought that there would be so many accidents
so many times where the overlay of my veins on yours
where the networks of blue would cause collision
the trains run fine
the streets streamlined
turns out our bodies
work better as cities
expenditure
the credit card bill came
and no matter how hard he tried
the numbers never equaled better
