Caught Up in Cough
in the glass peak of a thermometer
screaming mercury, full pop and smash.
When I am angry? O lord
how I am angry.
I’m a blade in Levi 511s, I’m a fucking howl.
Cocktailed to hell and letting you squirm on the patio.
You’re on the hook now, honey, and it looks good from down here.
I could apologize
or light a cigarette.
The tether taut, I’d know. Never faked a love,
never felt more held by what I no longer hold.
Yes, Bee, my whole body feels
like a phantom limb now. Beer in the a.m.
googling suicide notes. Forever a draft
on the table.
“These last few days are among the happiest I’ve ever ignored.”
Swooning for the scatter,
debris fingers, flotsam,
flotsam flotsam and shuck.
I’m a mess and so are you, all of this.
Blonde babies with a cackle for a hip
saying some stupid shit
at 3 in the morning.
they know something.
I wish I could forget what I look like.
These are gifts. This is always.
I’m going to draw you a map.