Human heat? Hello listener, cut
off the coiled inertia here, come and
talk some sense into me. I
once rolled clay into snakes
and snaked it into the long
thin tube half vase, half
hydraulic smoking vessel.
Then I fired it into
a rocketship shaped beer stein.
A flop of a try, I lowered
my standards. All hail Stafford. All hell is like
high school heartbreak. I knew behind
the clutch of each clothespin and safety pin
I’d never contain this. M said
the experience was nothing new
that we each feel
different. Nobody belongs.
Confetti settled around her despair
and I tipped my pilsner to head to my
electric heated Mazda 3.
Some listeners have been lesseners
and despite this, I keep climbing
towards union. A state
like shivasana, flat gathered
releif that neither dulls nor
sets you on fire.