the flat back of your lower incisor
along with your soft flesh
what did you call it?
your armpit fat?
are my concern

i am the king beyond the feet
or just in the toes
putting my hand on the warm place a few hours a day
you are afraid
or want to be afraid
or want to be more afraid than i already make you
or angry with me for not scaring you
and not afraid at all
or just warm warm and aching
underneath my stare

the knee cobbled together by doctors
the lungs held tight by asthma and bike rides
the ass, the overextended lower back
the tummy that will never, never go hard
not like you want it to anyway

did you trust me with your neck or something else?

busted lip, aching hip
a thigh run across with a shallow frankenstein cut and a fading bruise
anne and tina say
"bruises should not result from this work."
a tenet i have clearly discarded

the thing is
they've promised to tie me up
in front of several audiences this summer
ankles lashed to wrists
with ribbon and lace
and I am excited.

the clown who puts the kick me sign on her own back

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)