it was just me
in the way
thick and obstinate,
a dumb kicked animal.
I’m sorry to say,
had you been less
and I less anti-school,
perhaps we could have been good for one another.
knowing the rules of language
the way soap is supposed to smell
(and all according little laws)
I thought I knew this house too.
and given to god,
that stick dragged
across the floor
heavy breathing in its
you could have swung, and I would’ve
flame + stone
yours + mine
is this making love,
that craft you spoke of sat on the floor of our small wretched kingdom?
stay in prayer, a simple get–
the planes all drop from the sky at once; your goods remain perishable.
no more hurrying up
just because you’re in trouble, always craving liquor bright like blood,
you and your sick piggish sister!
gold + diamond
cash in + collect
getting really into these indistinct rituals it’s
nothing of the sort
not a clue but you don’t have to know much to know
if you’d go to war for this country,
die in a desert for this gay ass failed state