I stole the peonies
that reminded me
of my great-grandmother.
They blossomed
effusively
through the fence—
which I did not mention
as I gripped the chain link
against a kiss,
also stolen
and displayed.
Heads of pink petals—
obscene cabbages
that shed their bounty
overnight, and left
refuse on my nightstand.
***
I wake late
and hung-over
before the ceremonies
and hung-over
before the ceremonies
of a dead elder
and wedding friends.
Top down, we drive
over hills that were
mountains.
In the back,
my eyes closed
against the rush and light—
sound of struggling
underwater
and illumination
of inner eyelids.
I sit in a pew,
Top down, we drive
over hills that were
mountains.
In the back,
my eyes closed
against the rush and light—
sound of struggling
underwater
and illumination
of inner eyelids.
I sit in a pew,
my hair askew,
and proceed
to consume
the Perfect Body
saturated in wine.
and proceed
to consume
the Perfect Body
saturated in wine.
***
My mind a child’s
folded fortune teller,
a different future
under every flap.
Mansion, apartment,
or shack—all of paper.
But now I have a house
with bones and square feet.
I spackle
the bullet holes
and paint over—
exuberant teal.
My colored
and white crusted
palms testify
to the cover up.
I scrub them
and paint over—
exuberant teal.
My colored
and white crusted
palms testify
to the cover up.
I scrub them
in the sink,
laden with crystal,
and I think
how the broken wine
glass glitters
prettily, like spent
sweat or semen.
laden with crystal,
and I think
how the broken wine
glass glitters
prettily, like spent
sweat or semen.
I sweep it up,
admonished
to forget
the cabernet
and his solid form—
admonished
to forget
the cabernet
and his solid form—
We are enraptured
by shattered things,
which never catch
this light intact.
by shattered things,
which never catch
this light intact.
***
My loveliest dream
happened in a sewer:
Tiny orange
and fuchsia hearts
from yards of crepe
paper—
we punched them out
ourselves.
Our pockets filled
with extras
Tiny orange
and fuchsia hearts
from yards of crepe
paper—
we punched them out
ourselves.
Our pockets filled
with extras
soaked in refined
sugar and rum
stuck to our hands
and mingled tongues.
Intending
sugar and rum
stuck to our hands
and mingled tongues.
Intending
to take the city—
we slide grates
and descend
we slide grates
and descend
to taint the water
with saccharine seeds.
Confetti.
with saccharine seeds.
Confetti.