everyone is here
again
(again and again!)
thank god
there’s dave and erika
little lolo
(who we rag
with love).
sit around the table
and talk about the
flowers in our mouths
and the fear filled fights
we brought burdened on our backs
but checked at the door.
sometimes from my room
in stagnant summer nights
i unrest from disrupted air
all the graveless dancing undead
parading into our home.
this house it pulses
and fits
and twists like rope
and heliotropes-
(and you, YOU, i imagine
in future banister grips,
how romantically
foolish and wild)
unwind, you carefree carcasses
let me unfurl your yo-yos
i’d love to see your insides
inside
our home.
it’s mike’s exit jokes
and tony’s bronzed music hands;
sharley grins and boils
with a proud slow roast
endorsed gladly by gabe deex.
emma close the door!
we’re beaming at you
and your thick dancing hair
if it were ever containable
comes close
in our home.
four a.m. rolls around
between our sheets
and flapping eyelids
as the birds start yammering
the last bulb sighs out-
i’m alone again
but tomorrow is already on my ass.
