archetypes shimmering from black sequins
spouting slithery serpentine sins hissing fits
saying all is nothing and nothing is everything
and I’m like why and why does everything
have to be a few degrees off and how do
we leave this place without losing
too much of ourselves and how do we leave
without taking too much of you
burbling babbling stories filled us like liquor
and here we go trying to have patience
trying to have babies trying to have a career
might this fan fall on my head I think
I oughta shut my eyes and bring the light down
and what was that did you hear it
a surround sound shift in energy
do you hear the ants in the jar lid
I think they’re trapped I think that’s the point
now there’s something on my computer
sliding down the screen it’s really sliding
where’s my wife seriously where are you lucy
please say hello cider buffalo walgreens
anything weird enough to catch my attention
and make me haul you in I’m so tired
like a lamppost on the corner of a good night
watching the moths come and go from the darkness
shedding light on the cracks in the pavement
flickering out in the hush before dawn