you can find me in complete silence
in the corner.
medicinal fingers curved into myself,
into claws,
so all the energy reverses.
inward.
I’m triggered by the music and pacing
in a 9.9 cubic foot square.
other people are feeling their friends
and dancing.
I’m feeling my nails dig into
my palm.
I say hello,
my name is.


you can find me frozen one week
later;
woven in an opalite tapestry
spread across your floor.
I understand confession.
I’m Catholic.
I ask for judgment,
not counsel.
some retribution.
let’s make this clear.
let’s make this public.
I’m stuck in a projection
so you barely have a face
that isn’t my reflection.

at least I give you transparency,
moping opacity. my veins are bursting
with crisis,
with clarity,
I ignite and paste the insides to your
ceiling.  
you walk across my pubic bone
uncarefully.
I am dry wood
and summer is coming. 

 you recognize me months later by the wallow,
by the
chewed straw in my hand,
the callous in my palm,
the bad polish job.
I tell you what love feels like
based on the time I first noticed
a space between two
wants.
it was five seconds long
since then and now,
I grew so much
I can fill your whole pocket.
what a fertile experience you are having.     
I see the grin of a horizon
upon us.
Look,
I’m reassuring,
I kept God.

I made you into the
sun.

“solstice”

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