Outrageous longing stretches the ocean,
For the plans are thirsty and Inhabited
by must and dust.
The starfish’s world churns.
Catch turbidity for me. Chew on it a little.
The land draws the ocean ever closer,
watched only by an ether that loves no one.
Hunger devours my fingers
one by one.
Eventually, I won’t be able to write at all.
My bunny wears very professional sweater vests,
makes my neighbors disappear,
Reappear in my living room
naked and odd.
My stomach hates me.
On the kitchen island,
Roses as love letter to my floating shoes.
Oh so hard to meditate
on the hillocks of the brain.
Hands going going gone