Dream III

There are so many things a body
can collect into itself
milk of a mother in a cup of coffee
an omelet from a precious
potential we eat we express
there is no throwing away
everything takes up space
somewhere where did she land that
Creamsicle chiffon hostess dress
I thrifted at sixteen my first copy
of Patience & Sarah slender bible
into which I prayed for love I eat
and release purchase and pass a flow
of goods through my infinitesimal
life the thought of losing you
on a Friday urges me into
acquisition a handbag already
nicked on its leather three crystal-
caught perfumes all of them edible
ylang-ylang soft and golden as
warm butter made mist made air made
nothing how long until I am dead
broke how long will I even
keep them consumption is the best
way to forget the police cars the men
thick in riot gear at the foot
of your building your primordial
voice roaring into the periwinkle
sky the sound pixelating the sunshine
on the most terrible day of our life
us on the ground asymptoting our
voices toward you I will
again almost then certainly
lose you now this moment I
understand that either to your madness
or mine a way of saying we were
born we were raised in the breeze
our whole skin hurts
daylight is burning turning
into something else memory
at night I dream of bread I cannot
afford my body is eating itself from
its teeth down from its feet up though
I am instructed to trust my steps
I cannot feel the earth anymore oh my
nerves I took lithium until
the spark in my wires died
until the earth fell from me forever
like my favorite book like you
my sweet brother alone terrorized
punching the expanse above a cement
balcony like the most fetching
dress I have ever owned and never
found occasion to wear