I face the
hospital bathroom mirror.
My bathroom. My mirror.
I buy too-expensive sunflowers
and let him
in on The Plan keep the change.
distant gone unreachable frustrated
with my mother on the phone
and call the feeling cherishing.
die flip the pancake.
to the next town the bath.
I don’t know exactly what happened to me.
Who put me here with a mud full of mouth,
cool jar of flowering suns, black bread seething on my table.
My name still serves me. I turn around, say
“pass the ketchup,” “thanks but no thanks,”
empty good morning.” Once twice three four times
my mind Alka-Seltzered in a cup of abyss.
my key’s click in the lock.
A bird beyond each window.
I deserve to
What I’m trying to say is
Mom, mix my chai.
Angel, parachute the sheet, make our bed our bed.
Hello, mewy stray at my ankle, keep it.
Waiter, afternoon for one. I
can’t desire. can’t.