At home alone in ten
years stacked like A.A. chips
Licking gum tissue
with my tongue rounding the space
Four front teeth used
to be
I can make a rectangle
Lips get chapped at
night
Distance where the
bottom edges of the frontal incisors
Would create separation,
alignment
Is off
Sticky inner flesh of
lip dries externally
Exposed in compacted
urges to smile
A fulcrum given up to
asking questions aloud
Wanting a fox to chase
The demisexual flint
fails to light
The fur of fantasies
in the shower drain
Pillow talk
Conversations of head
turned to the left
Imagining, “Where are
you?” like a feather
Floating in another
human’s bedroom
Like the quantum
entanglement in the beaks of robins
Knowing positioning of
the equator and the pole
Weight in heart
pondering the ticks of nights
Pressing keyboard and
scribbled notebook
The murky pond of
wanting to be alone
The synthetic
companionship of yoga
Being around bodies in
the liminal distance
Where every face looks
like infinity blurring
I have never known who
to talk to in this world
Do not want to bother
the cat people putting out fires
The past ten years,
the twenty-eight before that
Pellet stoic and succumbed
Warm and needing to
piss
Finding it difficult
to rationalize turning on the air conditioner
For one body with
children gone and dead
Stories of milk carton
lovers who text fables
Cud limericks of
silence and crumpled squishy ink
Bin of almost words
Sam Cooke’s archer felled
to the inanity of Phil Collins Sussudio
Blaring the buzz-feed
and the tinder, bumble, digital watering hole
Parched appetite for
the emaciated
Drinking bloody Mary
and depression cherries
The stark laughter of
hiding inside novels of acquaintance
Spoken to mirrors
failing to recollect what together feels like
And it hits in the
placid chilling darkness of a cornered mongrel
This bauble inside shimmering
illusion
The conversations like
unopened letters one keeps
Break in case of
emergency
That there might be
solace beneath the silence
If one is presented
with a scenario that clarifies
Wishing you still
believed in prayer or god or some variable
That there were a set
of actions of putting oneself into the engine
Ground and oil slicked
with invention to participate in the speed race
One could ride this
entropy into love
Breaking apart this
fossilized notion of type-writer days
Please leave the light
on
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