My lover can uncrack eggs and promises
there’s no such thing as being alone.
He tells me need gives us identity,
asks to brush my hair. Is there no end
to his useful advances?
You are full of faulty
reflections, you lack
Lately, I don’t wear anything
under my blazer. The voice in my head
calls for loud music, red gum,
sex at the oddest hours. Will the moon
always have such a dramatic effect
on my pants?
It is a circle of confusion.
You are not really suffering.
Disturbing trends. The silence
after I scream is so different
from the one just before. I don’t
mind the pain, I just want someone
who can make me laugh
at least one time per day.
A year’s worth of scientific observation
might record no more than a single
If fresh starts don’t matter, what does?
Could I stop being everything that turns
at the sound of my name?
Could I be the kind of planet
that holds a better one inside?
If you’re counting planets
and one looks like two—
you’ve blown it.
Beautiful in the Mouth