GOD tells me to GO-

the exposed brick wall came and blew away the william paper.
the bath, clawed, held two.
the sugary fig burnt, came to seed, pollinated
satisfied the maternal longing
it was the only summer i ever liked seared tuna
i used to cost you 600$ a time
vaccum packed, skin tight, the dryness of the ocular roll
we flew
made a scene
and made up
like we do
i wanted to tell you that I wasn’t worth that
i tried to tell you something about breathing
something about the bad poet who couldn’t be Odysseus and kill her
something about the soft center of Italian cheese

i wanted to tell you something about domesticity
and atlantic criss crossing
and screaming crispy duck

about how much i liked the creamy dessert
and the sound of your laugh
rolling through me