scribbling suspiciously
comma
comma
is this how pretty poetry starts
it streams my furious veins
planting suggestions over fate
sometimes i feel noble
sometimes i feel blessed
overall i am a woman unzipping pants
pants who alone suspend the secondhand voice
discovering the intermissions
poetically roofing limbs
the cannonballs afraid to weep
communions for the nonsmokers
the high fidelity chanters
caroling heavens to stain
chiseled face madman
pressing his hands
praying the naughtiness
your lips against his chest
together you both sigh
you sigh inhaling the smoke such hands make
secretly laughing at my words
my desk my pen who resolves
abstract licks my face
i can turn this around
desert you with my pen
ink finding you absorbed
between the lines
this human flesh
short paragraphing the wished commands
