[i have blue birds in my folds]
i have blue birds in my folds. i stretch. the room fills
with flapping. it looks like the sky or the sea, or anything deep.
i whistle to settle them down. they line up in my armoire. some disguise themselves
in my scarves. they smile and peck.
i open the window. there’s no sun. my nipples go electric. i lose myself
in a blue blanket. the cold in my feet calms.
the egg cupped in my hand cracks. silence. we offer a
round of welcomes. silence.
the air tenses with cries of the new arrival.
the world aches, him too.
[i like to look at dead animals]
i like to look at dead animals. i’ll stare at them for a while and if the species is
sufficiently distant from mine, i’ll grab a stick and dig into them.
i like intimacy dead. there’s something infinite about it.
[my system]
my system based on distance collapsed
so my new one is based on trust
my dog pees on all the trees in the park
he’s much more efficient than me
[i have a lump in my throat]
i have a lump in my throat
i swallow it
it crumbles down my esophagus
burns in my belly
bounces around my intestines
it settles slowly between my ovaries
it hurts
i lay down my body to becalm it
fetal position
the lump rolls to my left hip
sticks to the bone
face up
i stare at the ceiling
its wooden planks have eyes
it comes to rest in my bellybutton
tickles
[i lift my dress]
i lift my dress so he can look through my bellybutton
and tell me what he sees
his eye closes, to focus
naked i feel dressed
my hide heavy
smothering my flesh
i look for the zipper to this dress to breath more openly
the disguise of skin falls away
my insides are an apple stem in the wind
the little stick loses gravity
sniffs out green
penetrates the earth
and pulsating waits