bronze glass plates,
you octobers are all the same.
bundled heavy for september
with no woman to show that i’ve a skinny frame
under the christmas sweater, flannel, blazer, and trench coat.
we used to play roswell
i’ve been intrigued by sexual activity since soulblade.
these days, i should learn to eat tomatos,
i should remember “not every woman’s starred in a pornographic film
or participated in a ménage à trois”.
and i too am a sexual being.
i’d just crawled out of bed,
it was 5:30
in my mind i was still in france.
when i was limber, i used to trip on purpose
before i started poisoning myself on purpose
and stiffening up like a corpse.
i used to sleep in a coffin,
i woke one day to find i’d been burried 6 feet under,
alive or at least undead
handwritten and collected over the weeks of september