decomposing
here sucking down bad grass.
all the fat couples
and beagles waltz past
my front-porch fortress
at territorial
15-minute intervals
them sub-urban liberals politely not listening to
rancid coughing me. I am porching alone desiring
duality. funny bc already we are we:
she
moves cough talk
perform
I decide her, what to say.
talking girl opens doors
soberly
with bangs not in her eyes. the grass is bad
the grass is strong.
she I me
we see people in dresses
in the corners, where there aren’t.
avoiding all doors.
she thinks it helps.
speaking of. fuck this?
I am falling asleep? piss
ing on the crickets
give up
pull toes
under
the sheets.
cdzhouse 