Emile Gouche once hand-painted
his own cigarette hard-broiled heavy
toxic Magnum Opus Press the snooze button
We share the same separate journey
Cobblestoned stretching I could be a wedding
crasher at my own wedding
Tonight's weather: veiled purring The earth growls
speaks confidence like Bogie:
"She tried to sit in my lap while I was standing up"
Let's flee the retro-chivalric worldview
We are both sheltered closeted-in Brandy
is on television showing the world her
high-heels in her house-sized closet I "made no bones"
about overhearing negativity about my "status"
Some people in my family are carrying around
Incredible Hulks in their guts I stir it all in a pot
Clay-form At ease in my space like a poetic body
"There are no gray areas" Either you love
or you hate Foliated ketubah
with your name written as if eyes taste words
"flatten out the extra air" ignoramus
Muses you're not I miss you & I have never met you