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I agreed
to walk
your snake-dog
because I was
distracted
by the dollar sign
shadows
your fake
eyelashes made
on your stack
of back issues
of Architectural Digest,
1986.
Then I ignored
my cat
that you
decapitated,
rotting on your
designer seaweed
kitchen floor,
next to your
live cat
napping
in a basket
in the sun.
I also ignored
what you said
when I begged
to borrow bus fare:
that the fare
was the prayers
of grandmothers
for granddaughters
yet to be born
in countries
yet to be
discovered.
Believing you,
though confused,
I trudged home
in the cold,
blinded
by the setting sun
the color
of your
sunset Bellini.
And now
that I’m
here
it’s clear
that you are
my home
and everything
in it, including
the food,
the dust,
and the smell
of the wet
cement
basement.
Even the
furniture
murmurs:
“I am beloved,
and you are
liminal drift,
an insufficient
breakfast.”

I’ve lived here
seven years.
How did I
only just
notice?

And everything that happens
does happen
for a reason
not a divine plan
a pinky
knocking over a snake
of dominos
a why
encoded in a body
or the past
which lives in the body
or in notebooks
photographs
intrusive memories
at the top of the feed
shut the laptop quickly
the past is porn
don’t wanna see
don’t wanna share
everything happens because
gas or liquid or solid or spooky
action at a distance
reasons expand like galaxies
we knowledgemongers
try to probe right into
the heart of things
find ourselves eyeless handless
footloose in a black hole

If you follow
the ribbon of reason
all the way round the world
a surprise awaits you
on the cruise deck
it’s Mystery herself
underneath the mask
looking painted and
mischievous as ever
the showgoers whisper
she’s our gal she’s our gal
but she won’t permit worship
she’ll only go on once an hour
on the hour
so try to remember
and wander up

I’m done bringing poems to gunfights. If
you thought you were getting a love poem
well you’re not wrong, I just want my love to
expand like a gas to reach you, to fill
your lungs, give you enough air to breathe in.
You know the moment in When Harry Met
Sally when he says when you love someone
you want the rest of your life to happen
as soon as possible? Well, we’re gonna
have to fight for it. My love is a brick
through the wall of Elbit, my love is a
jail support spreadsheet, my love is rain.
I’m done bringing poems to gunfights. I
intend to love you as long as I can.

Cate bleeds. Bleeds on the chair on the floor on the side of the pillow bloody hand print on the wall to steady coming into the house though no one notices the blood green and then red and then green again like an oil spill bleeding through the blanket while everyone discusses who who who the owl of doubt everyone has so much doubt and despair who with wings and who in the air, a duck
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Duck says. She’s bleeding. Duck says: Mayks and Q were there? Digits and symbols, the yellow air now yellowed in algos dance moves rapid fire scroll step one step two there is Marilyn Monroe and there is Fred Astaire and oh what a beautiful morning oh what a beautiful day the days of the week are Monday through Thursday and what happens when there is a wound how to treat a wound a flash of a video about cooking cabbage/hello/. Duck says, who was there.

Cate on the floor so much blood: Yes. But they saved me. The trees! Help!

Sybil picks the girl up herself, slight and full of blood. She carries her to the other room with fans and more oxygen. The chug chug chug of purification. No one else moves.

Duck sees up the drive another shadow figure. Compute compute. A screech noise of early internet. He says, who who who another owl moment. So many owls in this house, and no necks to swivel. Mal says: it’s Rilly. Rilly with is owl eyes too but larger than everyone else’s such as the cartoon of too many mushrooms and not enough thoughts in the brain to contain: Rilly kicks in the screen door to open in the air around them shifts. Rilly says God save the Duck! and bows. Everyone laughs but Duck.

State your business or get the fuck out of my house Rilly, Duck says. Too much hoo hoo’ing, too much bodily fluids for one day. Rilly stands in Cate’s blood. He says: there was a fight in the forest. Two goths and Mayks and Q. There was a fight in the forest and Mayks and Q fled. Before the fires. After the flames. There was a fight in the forest, Duck. Mayks and Q. The goths did not win. Poor goths. Everyone shuffles their shoes, looks at the ceiling. Daisy starts to giggle at all the blood, a heart of a vamp. She loves the goths. Lenny is uncomfortable, they want to leave, tries to motion to Mal. Time to bounce.

Very well, Duck says. Tell Mayks he is now the head of the goths, at once.

Rilly, eyes like saucers black into the void numbers and smoke all over the room the screech of the early internet a connection and you’ve got mail and A/S/L of pre-gps, pre-kidnap, pre-sex traffic the catfish before the catfish backslash backslash backslash Rilly dodging and Duck they meet eyes and Rilly sobers up says, is that blood?

There is no bell box on the door
lantern light casts down hard
near my mealy heart
I want to volunteer a standard
method of gloriously happy
geography is elastic night
reverses and doubles itself
seafoam covers my feet
then pulls back for hours
I rinsed my hair in a tide pool
shivered cloudy with rumors
of snow and the pivotal day
John Lennon was shot
I was eight months pregnant
a dinosaur driving back
through ash the volcano at
mount saint helens exploded
my husband never cried he was a dry man
but I sluiced my guts all over the radio
the car seat and into my strawberry milkshake
I’m older now than you and it’s no good
in my head I’m not ready to open the door
I hide in the bathtub when guests
arrive cry for ten minutes in there
sucker punched I didn’t expect all the judgement
I can’t even type it now I built a fire
it was so cold I could see my breath both cats
underneath me like rhizomes my head
is a crawlspace there is only room for old
rusted women who write about gardens

and sleep by fires like dogs filling their lungs

some words aren’t words
opinions differ on this

the pediatrician with her fancy degree
in MAKING ME ANXIOUS!!!!!

the lady who answers the phone
at early intervention who says

ANIMAL SOUNDS ARE DEFINITELY NOT REAL WORDS
SORRY!!!!! who says

a frog can’t go by any other name
we all out here roleplaying

doctor prairie dog chief officer
it’s fluid at best / anyway

this is a poet’s child
so forgive her

To forget there’s no 
reverse in horse last 
night was all tiny tinsel 
stars above another human 
yawn to wear a face that masks 
the face while forcing 
others to fake for it
laughter as spilling morning 
light is to introduce a gun 
into the horror 
genre that is remake 
to revamp semi-
iconic film is lame 

is it not a flick that lives 
by knife all celebratory 
slashing while we greedily
slurp sodas I rather get somewhat 
sick on lavender than sit thru
plot manipulated by bang bang let’s
leave the lush curated gardens of England 
for another time this is classic loser 
North Americans running thru woods when 
they clearcut forest it seeps it murders 
thru monstrosity malls & suburbs see 
this talon resting beneath gold 
tooth charmed life isn’t it now 
everyone run there are no rules

they must also have a sense of taste
news rooted, fungal filaments
with a distinct agenda: peace
or her proxy – co-reg ‘mungst
beech oak worm wind / a wide lucid

a proximity, message laced
miles in a teaspoon stardense
it’s like always always repeats
it’s like you were there keeping sun
notes – are here keeping – a liquid

catalyst rebalancing / wait
we have to tell whole truths since
we are old now – both, reveal please
they must too have a sense at once
& again of time / rungs limpets

leave in stone, canyons, notes wasted
dew smeared in the verge, tides convinced
of brack. a dynamic between
trees taking turns as *mother* – some
or another of us holds when

Right now, in San Francisco, a temporal singularity friendship bracelet is attempting
to chat telepathically with a whale in order to save the future from an evil giant alien
whale that wants to hypnotize the almost extinct whales of Earth in order to bring
about the ascent of an alien ocelot horror mascot whose superpower is creating
multiple *transactional* management applications for scholars researching
evidence that a preoccupation with lap dancers roleplaying foreplay in polyamory
encounters was the background for fifty famous French rimas dissolutas — poems
from the twelfth century that both rhyme and don’t: each stanza contains no
end rhymes, but each line in each stanza rhymes with the corresponding line in
the next stanza, sometimes employing an envoi — even though lap dancing didn’t
exist in twelfth century France, or anywhere.

Also right now, in San Francisco, my pathos is doing all the things: fixing the furnace
while suffering from “cabin anus,” buying vibrating upholstered dining room furniture
designed by Oprah, and posting its cloud cookie baking fails all over the socials,
even though what it really needs to be doing is stopping King Kong from napping
in the backyard, writing a rima dissoluta about an alien ocelot horror mascot having
a sudden change of heart and saving the whales of the future from an evil giant alien
hypnotizing whale using multiple *transactional* management applications, and
finding a temporal singularity friendship bracelet for the worm larva (my best friend,
transformed by a spell cast [accidentally] by a scholar researching twelfth century
lap dancers roleplaying foreplay in polyamory encounters) that appeared overnight
and is now clinging to my finger.

The sun is an extended source
In the center it’s dark
That’s the umbra
Around that there’s
The hazy penumbra
The distance between
The earth and the moon
Is tremendous
Photons move randomly
In the radiative zone of the sun
Until they make their way out
Imagine a squirrel wandering
And doubling back
Wherever its fancy takes it
After a photon of light escapes
The radiative zone
It enters the convection zone
Hot bubbles of gas are moving
Its energy out and up
Think of the convection zone
As a lava lamp
What is the corona doing today?
People believe something
Is swallowing the moon