In Elvis’s bedazzled white bell-bottoms acquired from never
selling cotton
And screaming, always screaming with
sunlight intensity
This is how presents appear
Belches of appreciation from a respiratory
abyss
Perfunctory kisses fall like mustard from
road-
kill hot dogs
A pastel swirl of ribbons
and barcodes, exhausting
joy
It must all have come
from
somewhere
Shake bones and suspicions
into vases
where
entire decades drown in compliments on a new parcel of land
Freeze leftovers and embryos
Devour horoscopes and
roasted
red pepper screen time,
shine
pristine
in dresses made from
caffeine and sideways glances at
partners.
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