thus

each house holds a different passenger.
when you console you speak to yourself.
there are plenty of words at my disposal,
i dispose of each as i use them.
last night i threw a tampon out a car window-
thus, the city. Disposing, disposing.
i definitely do begin to belong to the beast
and our flame suits me up for battle.
but we're all in one thing together, and that is
the ride toward absolute and total possession.
and where does the power end up?
this is just this reality. the real danger is
in knowing i may have to live it

i didn't leave because i was mad. i'm not mad

we end with a hug and i
pierce through the empty red yellow green city
back home. they left the signs on for me.
these will be artifacts someday
just like the open book, and i am juggled,
i exist to be misperceived. so
i sit at the intersection for five cold minutes,
they were good minutes, which i laugh at later.
two people drive past like needles sewing
straight through the huge fabric of the lack of land.
i have nothing new to say, but i want to be heard.
i am dissolving fast into sugar. we are perfect
examples of what we want to be:
i want to test myself, you see me as this witness
of how hard it is to stay awake. but we try.
we want to try. others want us to know
that much has happened. we start with a hug,
and we end with whatever we want to

the ground mother

even before i realized, i was saving space
for a thousand illustrations of mother.
the ground mother.

i thought i could be all action
and no essence, that i could
access the total feeding
without passing the point of return.

not everyone has moved at this height,
but it's back to beckon me
and when with it, i feel this earth of her,
beneath my gravity, in the storm
i know so much about summoning.

but these verbs are still all introductions
to the biology of raw eggs as vessels,
we've breached into new weather now

and instead of striking, i'm hypnotized.
yanking on the chord, resigning.
i'm pulling the moon up just to sit with it.