12.17.17

To quell the burning
of my tongue
the dust of witnesses
i swallow, after they’ve
been incinerated
by the same sun
we dwell near but
never in, the blinding
gold heat of potential,
swung before our eyes
as a coin on a dangling
string. Like sex without
semen, this might all be
for nothing. Unless you’re
a lesbian, in which case
the world was yours to
begin with. What in the
great fuck is he talking
about? Why am i reading
about lesbians and suns?
Does this make any sense?
Why doesn’t he capitalize
“i”, but he capitalizes
words at the beginning
of sentences?
Am i wasting my time?
Yes, you are, but not for
the reasons you suspect.
You came out the womb
like a kitten thirsty for milk
in a world where nipples
have been extinguished.
If you want it bad enough
you’ll have to cut something
open and do the messy work
of attainment.

Written at 10:04 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA.