eats

your shirt I drilled it when

a grub doubled in the sink your

foot a cloud returns was

faucet leak again next Tuesday

loss of buttons and a headache

was a red pill a blue a hollow

pill – your head of state -

sodden clump drowning in the

shallows your leg it was

bent straight down no we

there no pastel towel mono

grammed with toothpaste I

slept inside your pocket

dreamed a runny fork that

dream the dream of starting

dinner over

was squirming in your cheek