Transmogrify, image by Sandra Boskamp
Co-d
Machine bug. Only datas fly. Computer hit face and face
hit
window. I sit in the window. My cat is sick. I put the
nectarines
in a paper bag three days ago. The nectarines aren’t two
days
ago. I put the nectarines in a bag ripe. The cat is free
lime. There
is no because I haven’t this summer. From Milwaukee or
Baltimore. I forgot to electrodes or dead lava. I am pail
mad. I
started being sober three months ago. I put vodka in my
drink a
week ago.
I’ve decided not to count that I put vodka in my drink a
week
ago. I don’t ponder death. I made talk for grapefruit aid
if only
but cry yet. I won’t and I don’t want to. The figures
found asleep
are my
grandmother. I dreamt I
made trinity. I dreamt the test is
what
ended it. I like my new roommates. My job is fine to go to.
I am forgiven. Gave name tag as acceptable cash planet.
The IRS is after me. They won’t buy my poems. My cat is
sick. I
can’t eat electric bike more. Too much color. Fish kill
why is
dark out. I hate you. You hurt me. Two more eggs than. It
wasn’t
worth it. Head split sideway farm. Fuck you I should quit
face
cloth. I am two helmets. Front door stomach war but for
yesterday. Plastic tone. No cuts. Deep bruising.
Nectarines.
Meat ate. For sweat from bush teal compost. It wasn’t
worth it.
Shingle belly. There are bigger wastings they said once,
why I
am thought on you. I think I have too much free time. I’m
circle
for it. Deep gut burn for false start. Looser for
addiction I find it.
Staggering. I hate you. I want you expose. You think I
low bow.
You think I’m foot mush. Maybe I do want. I’ve never been
here. Bus for six hours. I miss hard. I still have your
skateboard.
It was always platonic. Two snout trough magnet. I am
co-d. Sift
pressure and for lip cup if for or else. You didn’t ask
me to wild
bark, sweet tongue.
To make tender, to see the ocean of it? Dry purpose
across a
landscape. How sound names it, my fascinating slu,p. It
crawls
down your throat. My very own mucus.
All dead. The IRS is after me. Oxygen luxury now. Chest
bank.
What happy crowd. So may many find comfort in blue
throat. I
want you expose. You think I low bow. You think I’m foot
mush. My cat is sick.
It’s been four days and I’ve softened
But I cannot soften to you
I attempt control by being the nice one
Everything is calculated
I forgot I was an animal.
—Annie Grizzle
