DAYS 4 DAYS (2)

peach candies to keep us sleepy 

I’m kinder than I’ve ever been

at this point I own a lot of underwear 

drink white wine and write burst

towards truth

fresh peaches and apples 

to the president 

skip ahead to where a feeling forms

sped up footage of fungi

back float away from 

whatever feels fused 

the alabaster sculpture 

of her thighs, small feet 

tacked above your workspace 

ruby eyes little horns 

somewhere deep I know 

you know I know 

my livejournal name was 

secretblu

if these slanted keys 

made songs

would you eat a

christmas cactus 

to survive?

are you disappointed when I 

can’t perform? 

brittle and weak 

brittle and weak 

chickens home to roost

clairvoyant child plays harp

on grant  funded mosaic stage

blue football through the windows

signage from when fear plateaued 

imagined feeling of imprint, braille

of owning, knowing,

mothering