more
than my skin was inside me
faces, like mistakes
going on
Gam would have said does-it-hurt
foreheads spun
as damage crawls along floors
or breathes through baseboards
or someone gives you a thing after they’ve taken more away
more parked at the bottom of the stairway
more kicked itself and doesn’t move
I would
I would like if
I could, to take my skin to the fields
let it dry on top of tassel rows
clouds press their prints
and when I put it back on
no one could shut me
roots still spool from any rocks
I fit in any litter
wash
wash your face, Gam said,
I want to look in the trunks,
chortle at shiny
she’s a wink shiny, pets my hair
fingers to zippers to blister
and best of all to orange taffeta
wash in it
taste the point of a sharpened crayon
spluttered tangerine
blunt on the tongue
we don’t need to try it on
promise
throwing themselves away, fairy tales
ball up a page, ball up a fairy
hop across the floor
please to you very much
the floor lays itself down
before the teeny wings come
fizzly back
please to you very much
velour
remembers things open
a flower wouldn’t know the floor’s promise, no,
please to you, volume has a mouth
to amen
in the woods there are two
switches, two ridges,
acrid spice toward unguent
two creatures, beat and all
wild as vulva as muscle
turning, prescient things stop their prescience
glister of urine on a leaf
pungent steam, they are more toward
than approach
thrown pink of flash and time
nape
where a tail would be
running
is a begin to a begin in
civet needle scorching
yes
as a look
that would like to be covered
with a body so musked it
sears
full clasp of
fit full of and and—
a swell I don’t know who of
full and taking
nape in teeth