Forgetting is my favorite thing to do
to you, because you are
not, at all, disappearing from my imagination
day and night at once, I remember you fondly
from your youth, rectified clean, bursting inside out
you seemed from your experience a worker
angel in disguise, pasting heavenly
sputum all the sides, intoxicating gasses of love
torn from plaster, irreversibly sticky
are these bonds which bind us
made to break? Necessarily not
I suppose, for it is not the forgetting, this time
towing shame in a canvas bag
again, for opinions held
would help me a lot again
were they kind, if cruel
would I stretch over the pit
perennially of fire?
Yes, obviously, whatta you kidding?
It’s just that I would and could
bathe in fire for the count of five, slowly
ratchet joints the wrong way
stretch tendons to snap, if need be
becoming deadly, call me the whisper,
the figure that speaks forever
in a voice too low, sinister snake
jibber jabber monologue mouth
erupting, silently wrapped. Laughter
is my prize inside the skin, giggle jiggling
over the cirrus as they waft
from left to right, and the birds tweet
outside as they talk, cursing and threatening
each other for sure is a cousin of a friend
or something probably, will split the world
in two, anyway so love that woman
with everything that is
you.