some days

Some days as I am laying about the house

Cultivating my laziness

I imagine a very sudden and mysterious wind

Visible because it has just blown through a glitter factory

Tearing through my living room

I throw myself in a protective style over the books

And I feel good and heroic about this

I feel that in a genuine disaster situation

Other people can turn to me

Because I am filled with courage

And a taste for self-sacrifice

This believing is how I am not dead day after day

It is how my voicemails to you are not filled with weeping

I don’t think we make art and give it to the world

I don’t think the world can stomach another bite

One of us must wear a golden hat with fringe

It flaps softly around your face in little circles

Some days I don’t understand half the things I say

neon pear

If today the goodbyes are incorporated against me

Then I feel a certain kind of flattered

That I am so dangerous in my knowing

I steal two magnificent neon pears from the cafeteria

Because good news is on deck today

From the middle of America that maybe I have been selected

For what I can’t be sure

But I am thinking now of my tribe and their necessary dispersing

Their large flat feet touching down upon the earth

Where they will judge things based on an ability to move

So tonight when I am dumped from the light

Into a gas station’s static buzz

That is OK

I will with some coaxing hear a song about it

Which can’t reach anyone outside of this blue room

Which if the birds believe in noise and pizza

I believe in pledging allegiance to the united states of your face

I turn off one ear

And then slowly the other as if to say Sorry

I am unavailable for the duration of this dream

poem with comparison

Often I confuse portentous with pretentious

Which is just how it goes with words

They are like slippery children shoving one another

Into an above-ground neighborhood pool

The blue of the water is the blue of the world

It is July and I am sitting motionless on my porch sweating

I regret my more eco-conscious decisions now

My neighbors bask all day in the hum of their air-conditioner

Kiss each other like cats

Meanwhile I am obsessed with putting my hand on things

To guess their weight by pressing and not lifting

That hot bronze statue in the center of town

Citronella candles abandoned outside the public library

I close my eyes now and see a bolt of pale green fabric

It would make an amazing set of curtains

So here I am skipping down the dark driveway to the car

I don’t need you for this part