the summons the sleepy run in
a run on sentence stops an awkward wave
I rubbed my eyes
and I didn’t know what to say
the next evening I find you
the you with the readymade
a story you recount to me about myself,
you sit me down I listen.
I had ordered two drinks to avoid waiting
in line I cheated. I cut through for you
warranted all of my attention
to ready an arrival
to toast
with bourbon and tepache
before you my skin broke hung on a hook
behind my bedroom door
for far too long
and I took it off
and put it on,
and smoothed myself
down
I am my skin’s
rightful landscape.
You can walk through
visit if you’d like
You can stay over too,
my bed is small enough my wingspan
in this expanse
there is room for you
your plaintive song calls out to me
stumbling into dream
while you the corner of my bed
stroking my head
nursing my barren wastes back to better shapes;
restoring me back to a nature once compromised by systems