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.







Jenny you pack things to tight it takes time to unpack, coming back with some time 🫶
Synth and 90’s Tricky…100