-after Charles Ray
Skinnier here
at the back of the neck
unswallowed
I couldn’t eat my way out
Caught tying shoe
dreaming without pants
I wore all my clothes
imagining some other future
All mocktails & shebrews
onions and crust
delectable transit
smooth in the rough
all the children
Lucian & Lucy
the smallest punch for whatever purpose
My gut said this is my field
the Rock said this is my relation to field
No orchestration
no hang time no banished theatre
no inner resolve for outer cruelty
No artifice and body
no broken vertebrae
just Jiminy & Cricket
old names in the hour of death
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