if you love something,
never get paid for it.
i’m a postage amateur
finally best to my best
swelling this blue box
and this one
heavy as my lungs
he’s been out a long time
unseen as ever
& spotted in an unclear sky
shaking leaf to root
violent splendor/violent love
i can’t change my bones
or dodge this perfume
fresh money, baby
smells good enough to eat
the chase is reluctant, thrilling
and what a salad we’ve made
the jar is empty
but you’ll be a blood donor, kid
someday
just you wait and see
mattress dungeon 