Green tea panic attacks
Lack financial backing and I
Can never refuse to be wanted
When migraines plant bear traps for my gray matter
I am rotten, mortal batter
Sunburned in astronaut tinfoil palaces
Friends cling like calluses to my tropical Starburst mumblings
Growing
To fill my side-view mirrors
The harder I scrub the ground
I am only thin as a result of never having been seen
My skin envies your magazine varnish
That stick figures, inside thought
Bubbles
Tarnish with
Stories of Amish promises
Blue torchlight
And mechanical intimacies you know
I don’t know
You find unfinished sentence crumbs
Swept behind the refrigerator
Sprinkled quietly into the dog dish
Gather them into entire narratives while I
Suck on
24-year-old car exhausts
To find which ones taste comparatively better
Shiny, mispronounced stuffs in your jewelry box
I can’t afford to keep feeding you socks
If the rocks in your padlocks prevent entry
Still I hide my key underneath toenails
You sprout roots
And forever fail to touch streams
That overhear the secrets of marmosets.
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