An unwillingness, a thing that clung.
Abolish woe. You cannot and
is it possible you like it? Liked living
with an it to fix. Oh behaviors. Ask
the question. Like lowering a necklace
down your throat: heavy, fine and cold.
A slick service—the water spills green
from the gap in the wall or clear
but virulent it greens the wall.
Aisle for vagueness, aisle for no, aisle for
bright crumbling coins of eye-shadow
that spoke up in their dream and said:
‘It’s here that one can toss oneself into
the shining pigments that reflect death
so verdantly.’ They really said that!
Breathing like a human beneath the house.
I close my eyes to go there, but being there
is thin. Possums have unusually full jaws.
They are attracted to broken forms and
knowledge held back from itself. Inarticulate,
separated by images, ads, asides. Some teasing
some surprise, a knocking on the floor.
It doesn’t matter how fucked the honor. Just
having been selected makes my heart beat harder.