When you return to earth as a bug,
I will dip my spoon into a glass.
While they discuss permutations of industrialist hippies,
Pausing to exclaim, in disgust, as your wings spin eddies;
I will torque the handle and raise you out of the water.
See you crawl to the lip:
Six, sticky, crooked legs,
Green and purple prisms glint across your back. I release the spoon and lean over:
My empty plate.
When you return to life as a bug,
I will lift my foot off of the gas pedal.
While he recites lines about comatose rapes,
Remarking how the splatter of bodies resembles Chihuly;
I will watch as the wind gust bends you under the blade.
See you twist below:
Bent wings, striated body, carmine/yellow,
bursting of dark gels, emptied. Your wings flutter as I grip the wheel: exhale
Late, love, late.
I will dip my spoon into a glass.
While they discuss permutations of industrialist hippies,
Pausing to exclaim, in disgust, as your wings spin eddies;
I will torque the handle and raise you out of the water.
See you crawl to the lip:
Six, sticky, crooked legs,
Green and purple prisms glint across your back. I release the spoon and lean over:
My empty plate.
When you return to life as a bug,
I will lift my foot off of the gas pedal.
While he recites lines about comatose rapes,
Remarking how the splatter of bodies resembles Chihuly;
I will watch as the wind gust bends you under the blade.
See you twist below:
Bent wings, striated body, carmine/yellow,
bursting of dark gels, emptied. Your wings flutter as I grip the wheel: exhale
Late, love, late.
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