Bones

for each of us

• The Belly

I don’t want your beauty on the ceiling.
I’d like precious in my bed. Or 
A count of how many glimpse me notable.

Paint me on walls, white walls. 
You know, the ones that once were red. Or 

In stories. No more stories.

Just a nod to know I’m enduring. When 
Ground rocks become pocket rocks

And rivers tell tales of goodbye 

• Autonomy (cessation)

I like synth music • 
emotional anchorage 
• language • 
90s Tricky (Nearly God) 
• batik ghosts • acidic art 
• free reign • cry touch • 
Eastern influence 
• Isabelle Huppert • fog • 
Charlotte Rambling 
• rain • 
international intercession • 
The Belmont 
• State Street 
(80s indifference) 
• The Norman • 
wintertide  • transgression 
• symbiotic summers • 
redemption 
• blue in the fond way 
• red • 
less frightening nights • 
soft disturbances • 
Jessica Lange 
• antics • 
“Miami, F-L-A” • 
old wave • Downtown 81 
• retractable policies • 
sugaring the pill 
•clear-cut • 
unabbreviated 
•the books of others  

• Sedation 

Because I don’t drink or dine. Oh
This of the earth, I rest. On 
Planes over rivers And wolves. Up

With the angels. Idle. There’s money 
Down there, I know. I’ve touched it’s 

Crust and bled my hands.

I’ve met it’s epitaph Last rites Internal 
Sedation. I note the day The hour 
The invitation to stay away 

• C’est pourquoi

Half of my relationships are 
Transactional. I hate it but 
That’s the price of survival.

Can we please, a moment. 
The rest of the world
depends on fashion sleeves 
And sixteen hour operas 

• America

America asks. I answer, it’s still raining. 
You know the difference between 
Labored breathing from anxiety and 
Myocardial infarction? There isn’t any.

I just want to be at the dinner table with 
The ladies from work this week. We 
Could talk about IVF, their consideration 
In curating looks to get dates. What 
Brought them back home, again. I really 
Like their returning smiles to my smile. 
It’s as good a place as any, Texas. 

America asks. I answer, keep raining. 
Flood us from here to hell. There isn’t 
Any amount of pickpocketing that’ll take 
Our bones from holy. The rest of us, the 
Books they’ll write of us. We take 
Freedom to dinner and pay the checks 
Of those opposing.