rimbaud makes me think
of those pinstripes that suit.
how you dress up for dante,
musculated and bearding. you say,
fabric is an important matter. and i am too
easily effective on streets. a closet
medea. but my grandfather built
balconies. no carriages. no helium.
just sutton place. the occasional bridge.
another minimalist rung. a usual steel
bevy. but there’s no rust on this surface.
this local anchor. mired in some log jam.
these days i feel liquid. inside.
no need to explain minor surgery.
i feel no need to explain my surgery.
only four incisions. delicate. unimposing.
like fake flowers. or a coffee table turned
bland. nothing left to fumble. you say
there are lots of figures to examine. but
my lines say i used to be pretty. i think.
more willing to digest. what good
is an organ unused. jarred. a stick
figure. limbs erased. sometimes all
you have is a torso. so pythagorean.
tangential. scarred. the incredible
hulk. my pediatrician. i barely
turn yellow. difficult to bruise.
easy when it comes to hypnosis.
i’m easy when it comes to hypnosis.
always another character in there.
a mental blip personified. a girl. a mini-
skirt. pleated. i heard you lost
a leg. i feel all backbone and bile.
still healing. square in the cross section.
can you walk. in a stair well. can you
see me below. today is the worst
dialogue. poorly receptive.
you go away mid conversation.
an aerial rootlet. a rocking chair.
you say somnolent. i think of the same
place. each night. there’s an awning.
a garage. where do i park.
no room. a garage. i park. where.
you worry about odors and cars.
about dice and dilating. i’ll let you
tell me what to write. how to tally.
if you go to admitting. nothing
to drink. i snow in the summer.
a season. askew. you say what’s
going on in this corner. i feel like
an elevator but sometimes prefer to be
escalated. full of active verbs.
clairvoyant. expecting slush. you can
barely spell my name. trouble
with consonants. so last night
i snuck fives out of your wallet.
when fives snuck out of your wallet
my body not mine. hospital turns
hotel. i figure out how to become
contaminated. you have trouble finding
a vein. i have three. require a special
shot. you rely on imitation. but
everyone has change. has a character.
a multiple voice. i feel a duct. blocked.
a stone. turned wall. you make games
out of abandoned tires. i trip too
subtly. an unadvertised matinee.
another step back. proved irresistible.
paramount. precious. polarized.
here. i am in. another lobby.
another lobby. i am in. here.
where it’s hard to stretch paper.
a build up of a way. and sometimes
i wonder how you came back
from canada. so i prop up this picture
on the end table. it says “cheers!”
only i think. absent. immobile.
a kodak moment. misconstrued.
i remember when i thought i’d be happy
in print. spheres in place of periods.
when your name sounded easy.
and i felt like a noun. now you
barely see. you admire plastic. tubing.
i actually feel situated. stung.
i’m stung. actually situated.
the futon left folded. left here.
i thought i’d be happy. where.
you barely see. your wallet. so full
of active verbs. contaminated.
precious. i feel blocked. a duct.
full of advil. dilating. so last night.
somnolent. and today is the same
place. the same leg. lost. you go
away. i barely change seasons.
difficult to bruise. to fumble.
i used to be pretty. delicate.
liquid. no need to explain why
rimbaud makes me think.
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