Throb

Drinking water just cold enough to create that fine throat sensation
Feeling a breeze on my naked feet

And a heat rises off the floor
And an invisible crowd throbs to silent music
And I throb with them

Morning

My breath aches of sleep and bottled water.

I just erased a sentence I shouldn't have.

Sunscreen

And the smell of sunscreen permeates
Your innards
Where you keep your favorite things
Your heartburns and diamonds

And for one second I was aching with whatever

At Night

Come breathe with me for a while
Or not
Or yes
Options for the inept
(You wish you'd slept)
(At night)

Tell Yourself

Let's go so far to ingest the good things from this world
The pigments which color our cheeks
And we'll race each other to the ends
That will never be there
And so we'll speak in foreign tongues newly inherited from natives
Who tell us they like our jeans
We'll talk about everything like it's something to talk about
Tell yourself everything no one ever told you as a kid


Why would our own cigarettes betray us even as they ash
Run into walls and get dizzy with yourself
Fuck off fuck on

Imploding

My body's so tight I feel like imploding into myself and then back again and then someone should come along with a vacuum and suck me up and dump me in a landfill and forget about me while I slowly sink into the soil and poison the water supply, which pregnant women will drink and then breed and raise children who will grow up and implode in a similar manner and maybe they'll hate me for it and maybe I'll hate myself for being so goddamn implodable.