Soft apple, your worminess concerns me.
After all the ways I have pictured sickness
how can I help but empty out?
I chasmed hard when, undesired, I split like
splits. Immaculate defenestrated when elbow’s
crook was robbed of peach. Sinister!
In loosely gathered wishes find the pattern
of the whole. A hot plume of ash: stubborn
pursuit of someone else’s ideal of happiness.
Planetarily speaking, I’ve a jones to CO2
bloomingly, rabid animal. Increasingly, American
cheese wrappers dot the landscape. Plastic flowers.
Little red pickup with no taillight, purple jacket
with a pink hood. A life defined by its objects.