everything in particular
is infected by her pocket
kept full of weird ideas with histories
where light misses
I am her and so are his heeled shoes
us and the people
outside
they are his remodeled apt
he said he was afraid of hurting me
but i knew she was just worried
about Me
putting my weight on their heels
covered in snakeskin
in my experience of continuity
there will never be a center
i won’t have it
but in the remodeled apt
a manifestation of totality
i refuse to say what clean is!
i want to know things
without needing to contain
My whole fist in your mouth
My joy in protest
coughing up your mucous
later
i respect sex
intimately diversifying
greasing up edges
gathering knowledge is like
an urge to be violent
can you add grace
to white paint?
to white paint?
we both tried on your dress
laughing at each others bodies
containers are psychotic!