you are mangled
no mingled
no my words slip and recover
in enough time to refresh the nursing home
no not nursing home carnival lights
no the naked lady with a tattooed thumbnail
when I look straight at you
you slide sideways
no margins
no margin of error
your parallel universe
you are hanging from a hook over the bathmat
no a swan
your black beak a single eye
no I keep saying no I don't understand
help me to understand
no you can't
your mouth is disconnected from your stomach
such hunger is fathomless
such breadfruit
such understory
2 comments:
I love your poems and I love this poem.
xo
Thanks, R.
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