ANGEL’S SHARE
U were in my dream once, driving a little clown car
I could tell from ur sandals that u were Jesus
A v good lyricist that we also know as extremely kinky
U were diminished till dead
In my family the heart goes first so I make sure to stock up, 3-for-$5 or some such
Always show up on time, sneak cake under bridges
Thomas Crown Affair as indictment of late-stage capitalism
They have never been fisted by a deerskin glove
or tasked with changing all the pronouns on somebody’s Wikipedia
In that underfunded planetarium, rickety & New Jersey
A dumb lightshow of desire
We invented it
Everyone had gone
I had a sensitive head
MOTHER OF MUSES
Look at u, so smug abt ur comfortable crack
Doctor’s faxed over ur results: still a fantastic asshole
Something on ur chin, chopsticks in the air, table manners missing like my gas money
No thank u, I need that like I need a lock in a sock: immediately
Ur w/ her now, fitness lady, the one u said had a splash of the coffee
Ur mold growing in somebody else’s basement! finally
I know u still swoon over packages naughty & nice,
the milk-shits & boys who read
oh! dasher, dancer, love handles out of reach
There u are, serving lines as petits fours, more stale than the Commonwealth of Nations
Not sure if it’s worse to ignore u or listen to ur smart mouth
If the walls have ears they must be bleeding
Show hole
so small & grieving
DO I REALLY HAVE NOTHING AT ALL
some boys chase success on lilypads
other boys lasso w/ strong pelvis
the 3 a.m. call nobody answers
doofy w/ bearing of eunuch
obsequious, emotionally suffused
always plotting
shunned like teen mom
i don’t find angels terrifying
i enjoy them enigmatic & tight
i don’t mean to be aleatory
pls be gussied up to see me
u may look forward to the excavation
survival is overrated
i wanna thrive
SECONDHAND GOD
wut u do on weekends, bluebook ???
everytime i see u
i’m surprised by how good-looking u r
at best misleading
at worst inconclusive
e—’s candied asshole
laid out for me like tatami
we went alone
eyes rolled back
whites showing like a furby’s
pointed out the sights
pulled a muscle
nothing but the sky falling
full of abandon
