I suffer visions and many indignities
while looking for the Lobster

the strands of your hair on the bathroom tiles aren’t sketching defeat. that’s you spitting disease in the face with another day you’ve woken up to.

It recommended
soft porn, as gentle prodding and petting parent
to parent might calm and soothe the kid.

this is what I want you to to see:
leaves falling because it is too late for them not to

I am still waiting for the lion

Even as the sun warms the concrete
the long nights’ sensual cold lingers in my clothes.

I imagined a cascade of slow death for all / that mattered…

The storm passes without snow.
The car waits loyally in the back lot.

I have an axe
with hearts gashed

Try not to see your own predicament in every fucking thing.

Ghosts for hire, whispers in her mouth,
cysts to feel, the symmetry of a gift.

Winter sat like a wolf
on the horizon.

my friends’ fathers are
dropping
I mean dying
like flies

Should have found a job by now; should have slept in the night;
should have boiled old coffee before noon.

I am not a guide
for every traveler
of loss.