my belly is empty
and the house is noisy (hammers and finger nails)
and i am thinking about michael collins

who got to the moon but didn't even get out of the car

sweet Mike they called him on earth
on the army bases where his dad served
because he was unfailingly polite
and always held the door open
waiting even if you were miles away
at least now he's the director of the national air and space museum

the hammer and fingernails are ringing forth
rapping-tapping-drumming
who said to stephen, "stephen your politeness will be the death of you"
who said hamlet was a retiring book-worm?
who said the cosmos breathed in and out of that moment?
who ever said, "oh pardon me" and didn't lose the war?

so here's me joining up.
up for whatever ranks it is that we're marching in these days
sure, sure
the angel-headed hipsters
sure, sure
smeared in effluvia
sweating and stinking
please
please
please
i will be --> that
do they serve stars in the mess hall?
i hear they do
(re)assure me they do?
because i want to eat the fiery dust and purple mist of the outer reaches of the galaxy and wash them back with the drippings of trickling rings of planets i have never seen before and smear on top of my celestial toast cream cheese from so many light years away it has taken generations to bring back and i want to learn to pronounce names of foods that contain syllables i didn't know existed and have to relearn all sorts of glottal stops to grapple with

please?

am i asking too much?

Stop slamming the fucking door (an exercise in resisting closure)

Setting:

three walls of transparent plastic covering brown bag insulation striped with red wood

one wall of massive sliding windows, taped blue x's for safety

digression: "Safety does not come first. Goodness, truth, and beauty come first" - the prime of miss jean brodie (1969)

digression-digression: 1969 was the year after 1968 the year in which cosmogonic myths of social disturbance were born. burn her inside her vehicle and remember to support small business.

Tapestry plywood floor, massage table, two beds, two chairs, one white dresser covered in cellophane

plastic sheeting over electrical wiring on raked wood ceiling.

Well, Gloria, ahem, excuse my forwardness but as I recall blue duct tape was featured in VOGUE of Fall Two Thousand Eight.....

Motherfathersisterpullouthergutsslidethemuphisanusworkitspitsomelubemotherbecarefulofmynipplesyeahharderharder

confessyouturnedonthegasinthechamberthepoorcurlyheadedjewishboysfloggingthensuckingimnotwetyet

Face up in a skeleton of potential luxury. My house is beautiful, it is a skeleton framed by sunshine lavender and white roses. Four vegan restaurants on the same street, and in the middle flows a river of carrot beet apple puree, the new golden-skinned generation sucks it through biodegradable straws right off the sidewalk and we only vomit on sundays.

FAITH THROUGH ALLITERATION

(fortune, fairy-tales)