Black
Mass collection
I see you
I see you
But don’t look up
I find ways
Paths to get where
Without passing you
By
There are no hands
No warm cherry pie
This town is dying busy
I get high
To see without being seen
There is a new wall
Red brick
Black lines
There is no getting out
They send cars and wheels and bright yellow jackets
I hunker down watch on the bench with the chocolate spread
The thin side of j reaches for sugar
I wipe it off with the back of my hand
Black hand
Weeping hand
Salty and sweet
I pick the words out of the bag
One wakes up
One does not
One wakes up
In that place
That place where
I make a noise I don’t know
I do not like
The water on my feet
That is not the noise
The spiders are inside of us
You chased the moon
My lips are sticky with their thread
Thread running through me
In me
Don’t tug the ends
I might drop off
Drop off
Dust the boxes
Polish the frowns
She used a brillo pad
I poison the water
Don’t worry
I say to her
Black
Mass collection
I see you
I see you
It all brushes off.
