Change me!
change me change me
With whispered songs or screaming bouts
Shadowed sounds: Mr. Matthews--
“We can do better than anything that we did
you know that you and me
we can do anything”
--Unwashed dishes in stagnant sink
snakey grease-lines sunning on suds--
Hold me with shaking fingertips
and under them too--
and under them too--
I take my tea in other rooms
And hope that fingers shrivel or shrink away
Laptop -- laptop screen saving chores
I sit at my desk and type of hope
And love and sex and death
Anxieties crawl up like jungle gym kids
Swinging on every thought
--and Swingin’ them too
Blank black screen mirror: silhouette blink
Plum-brown dark sky outside
sip Blink sip
needing tea, another cup
“Stand up” I plead my legs
“Stand up!”
Fin, fin about tan Tupperwares
Bulbous soap suds cling to sides
Screaming: “Save me!” The stench inside them
Around them, of them. They pop,
one by one by one
I swim along to my whim
In that sticky, stink sink
Pop
Pop
Pop