And the ground getting soft

had been hard
had been hardly

worth the metal
digging bring

up the bucket
or die here
or be

tables to sit upon
stools upon counters

every thing
eventually turns

solid
and melts

tvvv on the rradio

gin ginger ver
-mouth

an ice
cube tray

just one
just

like the dream

there
she was
there

some

times I
just

get so ___
at you.

and with
you. it's

almost
that.

it's almost
that.

a

i just can't do
it sometimes

-r

too much sex
talk

hearing keys

oh it's this
killing feel
-ing

of money
in the trees
and on

branches
the birds
were in

there
and singing
and loving
and the cat

looking outside
the window
screen

hearing voices
of birds hearing
keys

hitting branches

Melkman:

Miss America is an idea, not
a dream. To convince
must first draw it out (the screaming/
sighs/quiet console).

Have you spoken
yet with the council? Their
alphabet won't suck it
from you, even
if you don't; though

there was a man with a
gun last
night on the
street
by your apartment.

And he's taking the melk
and the money. Where
did you meet him?

cuts are scratches

and scratches are cuts

cuts cuts cuts cuts

cuts cuts cuts

Yes yes

it's the about me section

Dripping - gigantic

how many times do i have to
--god it ///and the loud
ways we break ourselves-//tipping

tip -mistakes were from
---- small lines broken what
had we done /what were we
doing/without--what

the dashes
the form in each
letter

To Thinking --

Like a cult in a car wash you drink
wax and foam - suck up sponge
liquid - slowly dry. These unsettling
stomachs breathe something
like roadkill. Not at all
anniversaries. No rings,
no phones.

When the clock strikes,
hours of minutes from now,
the reverberations carry a ring
through the puncture wound

in your ear drum
all through your head

till the ring settles down on the stomach's
floor. On the floor
is a tiny excuse to be bitten
by bugs or to bite that claimant
in the cloth - there's a lesson
to wring out these clothes. To ring
the sound further away and to
boomerang.

It's the seething

that's important. And also massages. Make sure you know
how to move your hands.

To Breathing --

don't stop. It's too easy to razor.
My mouth machinates, is making
machine parts and made of. Your ruminations

linger in the place I last parked my car
and suffocate all the crickets attempting
to enter apartments. You can't fumigate
or change. You can't forge a fist or forget.

Go gorge them.

Also

a PS --- or something.
I can feel the page breaking into breaths and the waves the air/s
creating by compiling molecules and motion on the molecular level
leveled off dirt with the buildings on top of and named and then naming
you because you live there and because of your fear they name you
and it's over. The pigs are coming to snuff
your truffle oil and the sugar has hardened to crisps
to bricks.

In home

or at work---somehow
feeling

My mistake was discussing
the cup and the metal

surrounding


Your face
all the hairs

All the motor
-cycle-eating in

-digestions
This is one

suggestion: remain or
dissolve. There are no
figments but what
you break yourself in
-to. But what?
You break yourself in
two. You tow off a new
one and laugh.

Tea Drop ---

How many times do I have to
God it ____--and the loud
ways we wash ourselves, devour
even

I can't continue kissing oh
it's too sad
to open, to loose

Mr. K ----

I fear I'll no longer be visiting you. You're far too desperate, and should not be forced to contend with visitations.
I'm sure this notification will kill some part of you or might not linger.
And so it began. We've burned for the last time.

T----

The days the days the days...I'm dizzy or drowning. Mel wants her very own gerbil? Who'd give such a thing an idea?

Dear S-----

Please teach me how to turn without falling and drink less than three. The cup's running dry in your absence.

Dear S-----

You're all I think about.

Yours,