all the lonely people
i cut my toenails and my fingernails
sitting on the back step in the morning sun
let the clippings fall where they would (like a nomad)
tweezed the menopausal hairs from off my hairy chin
then kicked my heels up as the rock and roll bird
called – rock and roll! rock and roll!
tell a dream …
the guts of it is
lucid
disembodiment
my swelling mouth to
your unencumbered
ear
do you want
to steal
an apple?
day for night
we are on location
the crew intent
about their business
the tree
lit from within
a slick theft
you sly gent
nothing
can be proven
in spite of footage
your legerdemain
do you always do
everything
as if it is on camera?
you whirl and sting
stop touching
me
every touch
is like a kiss
every kiss is a nip
like this like this like this!
Thank you, Jennifer! You are brilliant.