i am wednesday.
--> he studies anatomy books - pores over crisp coated pages of body parts. muscles and space. [shadows&lace] he loves america, but not the flag. paints it a million times like political science satire on internet crack. he mocks [us]/ the presence of the children who come to buy coffee and leave their credit cards upon the counter [he reads his books and doles out whipped cream]. they let sugarcubes melt in mouth and join their saliva words upon the milk crates where the employees go to smoke.
--> i smoked a cigarette there last night. walked down the street. stood in the pawn shop window. /i note her golden hard lips. her curled praying hands. and her ceramic eyes fixed on the ceramic soil. i passed the laundromat(12 minutes). stared. [i wanted to be washed] hair smelled like addiction. i lean over mind pukes on lined paper for schoolwork. i lean over and frenzy on it [[i am ragged and thrashing upon this paper // the pencil is pale until i lick the wood]]
--> she wears a red knit hat and looks like strawberry shortcake in my doorway.
--> i fall in love w/ the shadows and empty glasses [foam still clinging]
--> i alter the shape of my fingers over this tOOl/ i am wrapped in hair/ always thinking in terms of future poems (always)
--> she wears a red knit hat and leaves me alone here -- by the outlet. i plug myself in.
--> & study this school supply like bodyparts/ i pore over its blank dimensioned anatomy. for the construction of wiry beings and electronic figures/ so they won't die with me.
