LUNCH


rub diced red onions on my lips
i believe i am a slime perfect
drink water off yr body
from yr wrung hair
i am the dirt
i am crazy the way a wild goat is crazy
if it had a human brain
that has been punched
as much as mine
munching white rice
i was drunk
& shocked
by the billion bubbles between us
nothings there
now air is my distance
what can i tell you
that isn't already on my tongue
i crumble easy
a magnet to blue mountains
what do i have to do
to again to again to again you
anything
& i am ok w/ that