NEON THINKING FROM A SIGN IN SOMEWHERE, NO-NO LAND
To My Delicate Lover
please tell it to your dick
that I have loved bigger things
have sewn wounds bigger than craters I have realized I don’t have to
and I am starting to glow with more than cosmic light
this is as dirt cakes between my toes
under my nails
under my skirt
these things are big
and you did not put them there
To My Suicidal Friend
like gods have taught us to do
I am sipping the cosmos through straws
and from mud swollen pots
I am shattering them when they are empty
I am scattering the ashes and picking up the pieces as I go
can’t you see we are doing the best we can
To My Broken Pots
please cry
please bleed
please read this like you read the stars
I have been drunk on these inanimate things
and I’m not sure I want the leftovers
To My No Vacancy Motel Body
you have come this far
have been made of entrances with exit signs
have existed
have left other tongues tasting the questions you left behind
on your used glasses of water
and cloth napkins and tissues with lipstick kisses
this is a good thing
To My Mother Who Cannot Love Herself
believe me when I pass to you an urn of dead pottery
this is Earth
this is People
I know it when it hits the wall
when you throw it there when each piece and the urn break again
I know because I have been their bellhop
used your throw away
Go Away
as my signal
to clean
to fix
to make room for picking up the pieces and starting again
To My Strapless Stranger
who has backward fallen into No Gravity
No Messing Around
No-No Vacancy you let me in
you are the only stranger out of ten I’ve seen today
you have snipped your bra straps and left them for the world to see
we pick them up as we pass
and drop them as we go
To My Sleeping Self
I still don’t know how I got here
or why I’m dreaming on a pillow that belongs to everyone
and this question shakes out of my dirty fingertips like polished nails chipping
shedding onto tile floors white and speckled
I sled through the pieces
and collect them as I go
To My One Night One Room Place To Live
this is how I live tonight
this is one night of many
this is me staying here when I think I can’t staying everywhere
as an extension of here so I can give my letter
to the paper shredder sky
I know the pieces will fall like comets
and people will catch them and paste them together
a ransom note in the wrong order
saying wrong things to so many people
I still sled through the pieces
and collect them as I go
it is the best I can do
it is the best we can do
don’t tell me you are waiting when you sit drinking in the parking lot
you are stupid to lie
when the neon lights say I wish you would leave
I can read these things these big things
that were supposed to be smaller than the stuff in pots
those cosmos that will one day die out
like my dying letters flashing on a sign one word at a time
I am sick of being full
of things that are empty
I am sick of my No Vacancy Motel Body
and when those things are ashes when I am ashes
I will leave them as I go