Ruby on rails and carefully engineered beats,
I really do feel like royalty,
Surveying my dreamscape, trapped between my imagination and
my eyes
trapped backstage. glittering soupy shadow mouth of yellow
teeth lightbulbs grinning at sticky white tiles. framing the echoless hall.
Sticky webs encasing warm car interiors, dad wearing his
coat and mom’s coffee taking reality for granted in the cupholder
Snow covered barns squinting, the first step out of the
movie theater
How do you know that life goes on?
My life is bigger than me and is made of everyone else. My
life is everything but me.
I work out but I don’t get any stronger.
I can fit into the world, into the street, into the café,
into the rooms.
I can’t fit into myself. But I want to live at home wherever
I go. I want to find Christmas morning in my thoughts. I want all my
experiences to be sensations. I want to experience my entire life at the same
time. I am already doing this.
I am the queen of this mountain of trash,
O self forgive me
O self I fear thee
O self be not silent to me turn not away thy face
O self I enter thee, a house with rumpled sheets and dishes
in the sink and in the winter footprints on the porch
This is a love without romance, without delusion
I’ll follow you home,
Simply because I always am.
I’m looking for a nice person in the crowd in my head
Populated by faceless revolutionaries, they think everything
is wrong and needs to be changed, they are not quite fighting for food or drink.
Taste, I think.
The victim is curled up in a corner every dream search takes
me up stairs that lead endlessly back down to the entryway, the hallways are
infinite loops, I open doors and enter them as though from the other side.
Where am I? Where are they? The small part of me that has the strength and form
to navigate the home lives in constant fear and worries for the rest of me and
hopes I don’t encounter any of them
and hopes they don’t find her. They eternally destruct and rebuild.
I want normalcy, plates, a shelf, a jar of honey.
I want to taste.
