I’ve been tiptoeing around
since your last transfiguring act
of opalescent quivering taxidermy
- a young lioness with her cub –
and I’ve been growing butterflies under my skin
and moss on my
I never leave my house without this cloak
of invisibility
with your name on it
It keeps my fingers off
any altars of mimicry
when I look in through the window
and gasp above the crevices
I can only breathe in
I cannot breathe out
If I keep my head under water
will this make me go numb?
I can only pick on morsels and traces
that feed the half hound of me
while the other half
I’ve been dealt a handful of confetti past
trickling down my spine
like beads of lead into a glass of summer wine
All my experiences could easily fit
into a jar of primeval slime
and find
Is this an inner body
or an outer body experience?
- if I need my teardrop to keep floating mid-air
for fear it might reach the snow on the ground,
where this white tiger left its imprint on my
# I woke up like this
- black mambas pouring out of my mouth
but still chasing rainbows on morning skies
Prayers are good
for an old hermit crab
limping and crawling from under a rock.
I
I won’t make you pancakes,
I won’t buy Nutella for you
It’s been a day of flying carpets and weather balloons
across the skies of a black moon
There is no morning and no night
inside that
