harpoon- dropping the anchor

passion upload #2-

goldilocks
jumpin’ on beds
breaking chairs
never finding the right fit
slip into sleep

squeeze into
dark room everyone has
new black shoes
some shine some buff
not mine
alone, nothing on toe

try again

with the new sofa delivery
singing rat animatronic cardboard pizza
playdate and metabolife
women watch and wonder why
my breast still belongs to a 12 month old

today my breast belongs to no one
drowning here in a sea of poets
with bubbles that sink
steel that floats over waves
and me hovering between
riding the current

dressed in parka
dodging anchor and
what is the goddamn name for that thing
you use to shoot
animals
in
the
ocean


still try

grind me down
whetstone and metal,
cut in two

the shape will never hold
just seem to melt the mold

wishing I actually
existed
somewhere

~
that poem that echoes_s was referring to in Anchorage- all of a sudden passion suddenly