Shut up and cross
this coffee on your forehead
then ask for the forgiving bathroom attendant
of blue block mirrors
to contour the mark.
Alright, you found it, cool,
but I'm table-splayed like a map
with a stine on each corner.
Four deep across the public use trail,
we border some pure magic circle nonsense
and social mores rooting out over
every morning in every sip
a gram of dark matter-
forever misnomered God Particle-
which honestly just takes violet light
to the dome.
Feels like a giant 10-4 from planet
that he’s not one for us park crit monkeys.
With our rookie speed.
Our watery eyes.
With our immediate, piercing buyer’s remorse.
Your elbow resting
on the dopamine reward bar
skewing the results
and the area’s mattress rep just goes on and on
how the feeling won’t spill
when you pencil into a gainer
on the viscoelastic foam,
we spent the fall on our queen
stuffed with dead native bees
We, who kiss like craving teeth.
All the old squares so smooth
and I’ve clocked this new fold on your brain
from when you learned your struggle becomes yourself
proving some survival mechanisms still work.
The temptation is to make things simple.
Consider your firehose.
Consider the time lit on your cake
melting into a car loan.