'nother

Putting the hat on
the mask down
the drag on
the weight of it drowning
over-cusped with chatty selves
claim king-like
I discovered
and
couldn't have guessed at the dawn
but did not blink
at it's gone.


My gastrointestinal system is SO out of whack this week. Fifth day of some kind of tummy ache. Feeling like a grumpy kid. I wrote this while eating Pho last night. I got temporarily blissed out by the comforting nature of the soup, and later cursed the amount of which I ate, which ultimately threw me into today's midriff strife. Sob. Must recover for the dyke march tmrw!

New pohem. It's been a minute. Haven't felt very still or wordy since I moved here..but it's bubbling forth,  just as I knew it would.

Tonight's insomnia:

chewed up electrical wires

keeping up the control center

sugar lined and weaning.

Cold feet finding no body

or end of the bed

to be like teeth in.

Scattered new ones to give waves to

but hardly enough background hands

for my rhythmed mouth to eat from.

Cup the towel round the spill;

a fan of minimal cleanup,

this stepped-on peach,

this unruly plum.