I am learning / to flick a knife
open with / one hand

I am holding / my breath / for no reason
until I calm / all the halfway
down

I am content / sharing this burrito / with you
I cannot take / this much / bliss with me / into the tomb

I wrap you in tinfoil / and hand you back / to your master

—

I am awake at 3am
while my erstwhile
lover lies supine a
fracking pipeline
for a respiratory
system a power
drill a studied
blockade somewhere
meaning you
are at peace
even if
your sinuses
are not

—

the supermoon is
seething and everyone
is praying for different
things all of the time
now I know how
conflicted a goddess’
existence must be
in trying to please
all souls at once

the real reason
why god doesn’t
answer your prayer
is you are stuck in
spiritual headlock
with someone confessing
the exact opposite

harry potter animatronics
reignited my love for ridiculously
realistic moving animal models
which is why I enjoy puppetry
and 18th century scientific illustration

if we create enough
we can stop ourselves thinking
we will ever cease to be

—

on the train she said
see lah
now that I’m happy 
I can’t write
and it’s true
the sun broke through
for the first time in a while
and all I can think about
are air purifiers

—

when you are
on the train
telling me
to be clear of

what I want:

just fxck me up.
a broken telephone recorder.
a straight-sheared fringe.
an x who removes all of your teeth
under GA.
a set of heavy petting.
a way to wish upon more stars at once.
a subscription service
that allows you your head and heart.
a mood ring
that changes colour
when shit’s about to go down.
a mood ring that does nothing.
a selfie stick with a handle made
so that it feels like
you’re holding hands,
a witch teat,
a glass bottle of salt,
the ability to cook everyone’s
favourite comfort food,
sharp canines,
saying sorry
until the sibilants
clot your tongue
and your clit rots off,
homefulness,
a dying rose.
a man like a snowglobe.
a patch of differently-coloured hair
on the peak of your forescalp.
nipple play.
foreshadowing.
a terrible wise woman
who lives in your right breast pocket.
a made-to-order
double density dildo
made of glitter silicone
and molded veins
like a sassy personality.
self-awareness at all times.
an inability to lie to oneself.
a blood oath.
a spinal column.
a disinfection.

/ steer clear of
what I want:

—

look at us

pretend
you mean
something
to someone
pretend you
mean something
else

memory is not merely
reconstructive it is
constructive meaning
it is so easy to misremember
what the hell went down

it is possible to say one was
perfectly fine
with the situation when
in all essence one was
very much
by any stretch
not
fine

in the waiting room
little miss muffet
sits on her tuffet
eating away
growing her hair
and learning to breathe
very
very
slowly

insert your coins
into my tuffet

the only reason
I can do this cross-
temporal analysis
is I have
receipts
this time
and tarot cards
that care enough
to shove them
against my face