TheFeatheredSleep – Causes, Effects, Choices
What do you say to a housebound suspended agoraphobe?
You hear Greek words in their diagnosis, the turquoise
hesitation of grasping fingers reaching punctured doorway
how even ordering take-out is
courage to face what cannot be faced opaque
the urgency of illness spreading her
mollified mystery beyond
we read Apocalypse books on the Berserker train
sleeping faces pressed against convex glass
the smear of skin oil, traces against trace, glutted
fingerprints even as we know not where we go
tampered before birth with the adultery of a universe.
what do we say to an extrovert cut off at the wing?
Sinning in the best possible way beneath vaporized bar table
licking salt off girls thighs and shooting glasses and powder
with a wink, shouting; How can you contain this shit?
Close them up and give them a key to be used in
a month? A year? Never? After cataracts?
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