I want to write like a man, probing
my glitchy mind like it’s the rarest orchid.
But I’m cowed,

A heartvein throbs between her brows: Ketty-San’s
incensed another joke’s made at her expense,
With characters of granite schist, she hashtags a ban

Garçon, you snore so rhapsodically but hup hup,
peach schnapps & Coke Zero
with a gumball-green mermaid swizzle stick—

There is another room
You could spend time in.
What a shame not to enter

Ferocious flower
Cast out

Dent de lion

Imagine a dot
On the horizon: that is
Him, your beloved.

The Ponte Vecchio was built
For butcher shops.
The river stitched with bridges

George W made a painting & painted his toes pink
Like the meat I eat
& the color of my baby’s penis.

A man unzipping his fly is vulnerable to attack.
Then the zipper got stuck.
An angel flies in the window to unstick it.

The man ejaculates a blood-red rose.
The woman looks on in astonishment.
The sun pours in