Volume 9, November 2013
Meet me on the ice floes after class
Slip me a loop to throw me for. Boomerang of think fast.
tiara, I suckle melon rind thick
enough to sleep on. I spray from the flower on my chest.
Think of noun constellated in ruby
schmaltz. Not of shell—but of shellshock. Shotgun-length
tiptoeing. Down your neck, without
scent, runs a talisman of juices. Without source. You palm me
to back against. Hibernated pain
pulsing behind my eyelids. Let’s say, the loveseat gives out.
take to it with oddball pills? Cherries
mugshot the coins you lose. Their pits—sag of your breasts.
What a cowlick plays mast for
is in my step. Figure-eighted flight of a white vulture. Come
in the same breath as you unroll.
Set up shop in hightail. Like bones-circling. Face paint on
Think fast. Pass for no self—for taste
behind eyelids. Feast your this or that on this: You, then
you again, piling from a car on stage.