to bend over whenever. This belief reaches
quietly into their bone marrow. Is basically
in the Bible, wears a gold-leaf bikini,
and perches pertly on the railing
of their super-sick future speedboat
where the bass is like a bank heist
and the wake is like a sex crime.
Some girls send out chemical signals
in the forests and some boys are Sirens
who need to deplete you. Some folks
just delete you like a fogbank—
eating coastlines, cars, basic orientation.
Some people lie about their comfort foods
& learn to masturbate while literally starving
in the Uncanny Valley. Some people think
the vagina is a tiny Dwell Home with a single
succulent in a burnt-orange bowl. And what
say you to that? When some people
are basically always busting out
of swan cakes in the spooky rental halls
of their souls. While others wear
your insides on their outsides—red silk
shirts flicked with apple blossoms.
Some people think that acting as if
we live on a starship will make us nicer
to each other, which automatically
make them the Hot New Captains!