Love

Lacking all vocabulary for softness, democracy, these wide shoulders trembling winglessly, this jerk offering up this fistful of daisies, little white stallions, bone corral: one life’s bright sentence, a coming heaven’s essence. * In a theater of language, jacking off self, I saw white noise rising. Laugh that that were laundry, air around us both a boundary stuffed with stinks, Hamburger Helper, patchouli, weed killer, shadows of phone lines criss- crossing those leafless twigs.