Brass blonde I harbored diseases that summer
prescriptions delivered whatever you wanted
my humor mistreated massaging the data
Tinkerbell travertine and swimming pool smell
whenever you watched.
Do you believe in that state when a war poem
starts to move forward?
Dry air, dust muses, a deadball wonderland
the short stop’s house built
in the side of the hill?
His fat older brother wears a green diamond snake.
The dinosaur reaches in the dream window
gobbles my uniform licking in Spanish
and the fresh garbage
while I brush my teeth.
Do you believe I screamed I’m back!
This is only a draft and that shimmered, reptilian?
He jammed my head in the porch swing and fucked.
He told me I needed a humbling.